Quotes from Erich Maria Remarque

Haie looked round once again and said wrathfully, satisfied and rather mysteriously: "Revenge is black-pudding.

I implore them with my eyes: Speak to me—take me up—take me, Life of my Youth—you who are care-free, beautiful—receive me again— I wait, I wait. Images float through my mind, but they do not grip me, they are mere shadows and memories. Nothing—nothing—

Vengono i mesi e gli anni, non mi porteranno via mai più nulla. Sono tanto solo, tanto privo di speranza, che posso guardare dinanzi a me senza timore.

?udno je - re?e Lenc posle izvesnog vremena. - ?udno je da se spomenici podižu svim mogu?im ljudima, a nikad mesecu ili rascvetalom drvetu.

Über diesen Feldern scheinen die verlorenen Jahre weiter zu bestehen, die Jahre, die nicht gewesen sind, die keine Ruhe finden – der Schrei der Jugend wurde zu früh erstickt, fand ein zu jähes Ende. In der Nacht brechen sie aus der Erde hervor wie geisterhafte Irrlichter.

Don't take it hardly," said she, looking at me. "Everything passes." "True," said I. "The one sure thing in the world.

Látod, ha egy kutyát krumplievésre kapatsz, aztán egy darab húst adsz oda neki, mégiscsak utánakap, mert ilyen a természete. Ha az embernek adsz egy darabka hatalmat, ugyanez történik: utánakap. Magától megy ez, mert az ember magábanvéve elsÅ'sorban vadállat, s tán csak azután kenÅ'dik rá valami tisztesség, mint a zsír a csomagolópapírra.

Parting from my friend Albert Kropp was very hard. But a man gets used to that sort of thing in the army.

Derane, zapamti jednom: nikad, nikad, nikad ?ovek ne postaje smešan pred ženom ako radi nje ?ini nešto. ?ak i pri naglupljoj lakrdiji. Radi šta ho?eš; govori gluposti, hvališi se kao paun, pevaj pod njenim prozorom, samo ne ?ini jedno: ne budi poslovan, ne budi trezven! - Šta ti veliš na to, Oto? Kester se smejao. - Bi?e da je ta?no.

Šteta - re?e Lilijan - i nije tako tužna re? kako se misli. - Je li i to neko vaše novo otkri?e? - Ovo je današnje otkri?e. Pejstr odma?e stolicu. - Uzdam se u vaša sutrašnja otkri?a. - Nadanje - re?e Lilijan - nasuprot tome, mnogo je tužnija re? nego što se misli.

We stand and gaze. The farmhouse, the remnants of the wood, the heights, the trenches on the sky yonder, — it had been a terrible world and life a burden. Now it is over and will stay behind here; when we set out, it will drop behind us, step by step, and in an hour be gone as if it had never been. — Who can realize it?

It is strange to see these enemies of ours so close up. They have faces that make one think—honest peasant faces, broad foreheads, broad noses, broad mouths, broad hands, and thick hair. They ought to be put to threshing, reaping, and apple picking. They look just as kindly as our own peasants in Friesland.

Selles peitubki maailma häda, et me ise ei tunne, mida me korda saadame.

The war has ruined us for everything.

It is when one is alone that one begins to observe Nature and to love her.

I want to feel the same powerful, nameless urge that I used to feel when I turned to my books. The breath of desire that then arose from the coloured backs of books, shall fill me again, melt the heavy, dead lump of lead that lies somewhere in me and waken in me the impatience of the future, the quick joy in the world of thought, it shall bring back again the lost eagerness of my youth. I sit and wait.

Before another three years passed, the book was being burned by the Nazis, who found the depiction of a disillusioned and demoralized German soldiery to be intolerably offensive.

At last Ferdinand Kosole waltzes off with one, a husky wench with massive breastworks that should afford his gun a good lie. Now all the others are following his lead.

And now we realize what is expected—the Americans want to exchange. It is apparent that they have not long been in the war; they are still collecting souvenirs, shoulder straps, badges, belt buckles, decorations, uniform buttons. In exchange we stock ourselves with soap, cigarettes, chocolate and tinned meat. They even want us to take a handful of money for our dog—but we draw the line there; let them offer what they will, the dog stays with us.

recognized that what matters is not the mind but the boot brush, not intelligence but the system, not freedom but drill.

Resulta cómico, por otra parte, que la desgracia en este mundo venga tan a menudo de la mano de hombres cortos de talla. Son mucho más enérgicos que los altos. Siempre he evitado formar parte de compañías mandadas por hombres pequeños; en general son inaguantablemente necios.

It's queer, when one thinks about it," goes on Kropp, "we are here to protect our fatherland. And the French are over there to protect their fatherland. Now who's in the right?

Man lives, you're right! Whoever seeks further is already lost.

How pointless all human thoughts, words and deeds must be, if things like this are possible! Everything must have been fraudulent and pointless if thousands of years of civilization weren't even able to prevent this river of blood, couldn't stop these torture chambers existing in their hundreds of thousands. Only a military hospital can really show you what war is.