Quotes from Erich Maria Remarque

Personne ne peut t'être plus étranger que la personne que tu as aimée jadis.

GryzÄ™ poduszki, zaciskam pi??ci na ?elaznych prÄ™tach Å'ó?ka. Nie powinienem byÅ' tu przyje?d?a?. Tam byÅ'em zobojÄ™tniaÅ'y i czÄ™sto pozbawiony nadziei. Nigdy ju? nie wrócÄ™ do tego stanu. ByÅ'em ?oÅ'nierzem, a teraz jestem niczym wiÄ™cej, jak bólem z powodu siebie, z powodu matki, z powodu wszystkiego, co jest tak beznadziejne i bez koÅ"ca. Nie powinienem byÅ' jecha? na urlop.

And so everything is new and brave, red poppies and good food, cigarettes and summer breeze.

We have become wild beasts. We do not fight, we defend ourselves against annihilation. It is not against men that we fling our bombs, what do we know of men in this moment when Death is hunting us down—now, for the first time in three days we can see his face, now for the first time in three days we can oppose him; we feel a mad anger. No longer do we lie helpless, waiting on the scaffold, we can destroy and kill, to save ourselves, to save ourselves and to be revenged. ==========

We are two human beings, two tiny sparks of life; outside there is just the night, and all around us, death.

Eigentlich konnte ich ganz zufrieden sein. Es ging mir nicht schlecht, ich hatte Arbeit, ich wurde nicht leicht müde, ich war heil, wie man das so nennt - aber es war doch besser, nicht allzuviel darüber nachzudenken. Besonders nicht, wenn man allein war. Und abends auch nicht. Da kam ab und zu noch einmal etwas von früher ud starrte einen aus toten Augen an. Aber früher hatte man den Schnaps.

Perhaps, thought I, perhaps—always that word, one never could escape it. It was certainty we lacked, certainty that everyone and everything lacked.

Žmon?s daug piktesni nuodai nei degtin? ir tabakas.

And even if these scenes of our youth were given back to us we would hardly know what to do. The tender, secret influence that passed from them into us could not rise again. We might be amongst them and move in them; we might remember and love them and be stirred by the sight of them. But it would be like gazing at the photograph of a dead comrade; those are his features, it is his face, and the days we spent together take on a mournful life in the memory; but the man himself it is not.

Some fo too late and some go too early. [...] Go at the right time - thus spake Zarathustra.

Ko visp?r noz?m? - kr?pt? [..] Kr?pt - cik vulg?rs v?rds, ar ko apz?m?t smalk?ko, gal?jo neapmierin?t?bu, mekl?jumus p?c kaut k? vair?k, arvien vair?k...

To-day we would pass through the scenes of our youth like travellers. We are burnt up by hard facts; like tradesmen we understand distinctions, and like butchers, necessities. We are no longer untroubled—we are indifferent.

Video sam u svom životu tolike mrtve da je za mene svaka bolest još uvek bila život i nada...

Savo sumanymais žmogus visada yra didis. Tik ne j? ?vykdymu. Tuo jis ir yra žmogus.

The solicitor for whom he used to work in Cologne has written to tell him that women are now doing the work excellently and more cheaply, whereas Jupp, during his time in the army, will have grown out of office requirements, no doubt. He deeply regrets it, so he says; the times are hard. Best wishes for the future.

Two years of rifle fire and hand grenades - you can't just take it all off like a pair of socks afterwards -

Postoji jedna tajna koja se ne zna unapred: uvek se dobija više nego što se daje - ali kad bi se to znalo unapred, ne bi se dobilo ništa.

There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them

Modern trench-warfare demands knowledge and experience; a man must have a feeling for the contours of the ground, an ear for the sound and character of the shells, must be able to decide beforehand where they will drop, how they will burst, and how to shelter from them.

Jestem m?ody, mam dwadzie?cia lat; ale z ?ycia nie znam nic poza rozpacz?, ?mierci?, trwog? i spojeniem w jeden ?a?cuch najniedorzeczniejszej p?asko?ci z ca?? otch?ani? cierpienia.

Avevamo diciott'anni, e cominciavamo ad amare il mondo, l'esistenza: ci hanno costretti a spararle contro.

It is good, sometimes, not to have to think of anything. Not to have to do everything yourself. To be able to lean. Ach, darling, it is all quite easy really.

To me the front is a mysterious whirlpool. Though I am in still water far away from its center, I feel the whirl of the vortex sucking me slowly, irresistibly, inescapably into itself.

Words, Words, Words—they do not reach me.