Quotes from Erich Maria Remarque

Dugo traje dok ?ovek ne prestane da se trza, ma to bilo i mehani?ki, kao ono žablja noga i galvanska struja. Tek kad se potpuno rastane, po?inje stvarno da se zanima za ono što se ti?e drugih. Jedan paradoks ljubavi.

There had never been any more between us than chance had brought. But perhaps that makes a greater indebtedness and binds closer than much else

The cries continued, it is not men, they could not cry so terribly. 'Wounded horses', says Kat. It is is unendurable, it is the moaning of the world, it is the martyred creation, wild with anguish, filled with terror and groaning.

Kropp invece è un pensatore. Le dichiarazioni di guerra, egli propone, dovrebbero essere una specie di festa popolare, con biglietti d'ingresso e banda, come per i combattimenti dei tori. Poi, nell'arena, i ministri e i generali dei due stati avversari, in calzoncini da bagno e armati di manganello, si azzuffano. Vince il paese di quello che caccia l'altro sotto. Sarebbe assai più semplice e meglio di adesso, che s'ammazzano tra loro persone che non c'entrano. La proposta piace.

Nipošto nemoj dozovliti da se takne, govorio je Kester. Kada ti jednom nešto postane blisko, želiš i da ga zadržiš. A ništa ne može da se zadrži.

Das Licht war Gold und das Blau eine letzte, seidene Fahne des Sommers.

What ever came of the good scholars in the world? —In the hothouse of the school they do enjoy a short semblance of life, but only the more surely to sink back afterward into mediocrity and insignificance. The world has been bettered only by the bad scholars.

Ce qu'on laisse approcher, on veut le retenir. Et on ne peut rien retenir.

We were never very demonstrative in our family; poor folk who toil and are full of cares are not so. It is not their way to protest what they already know.

They used to tie us to a tree, but that is forbidden now. In many ways we are treated quite like men. An

And this is only one hospital, one single station; there are hundreds of thousands in Germany, hundreds of thousands in France, hundreds of thousands in Russia. How senseless is everything that can ever be written, done, or thought, when such things are possible. It must be all lies and of no account when the culture of a thousand years could not prevent this stream of blood being poured out, these torture-chambers in their hundreds of thousands. A hospital alone shows what war is. I

But how can a man look after anyone in the field!

Habit is the explanation of why we seem to forget things so quickly.

Viss, ko cilv?ks p?rdz?vojis, k??st par d?ku. Pret?ga padar?šana! Un, jo briesm?g?ks kaut kas bijis, jo d?kain?ks tas k??st atmi??s.

The wisest were just the poor and simple people. They knew the war to be a misfortune, whereas those who were better off, and should have been able to see more clearly what the consequences would be, were beside themselves with joy. Katczinsky

I loved her very much, and it seemed to me that I had never loved her more, even when possessing her, than in this sordid night full of snoring, punctured by the strange hissing sound of urine falling on coal.

but a sense of strangeness will not leave me. I cannot feel at home among these things. There is my mother, there is my sister, there my case of butterflies, and there the mahogony piano, but I am not myself there. There is a distance, a veil between us.

All that meets me, all that floods over me are but feelings—greed of life, love of home, yearning for the blood, intoxication of deliverance.

Paris is a city where time is best to spend by doing nothing

For a moment I held her hand in mine and felt her warm, dry pressure. Then I went out to get the rum. The night stood big and silent about the little house. The leather seats of our car were moist. I stood and looked toward the horizon where the red glow of the city rose against the sky. I would gladly have stayed out there; but already I could hear Lenz calling.

We have almost grown accustomed to it; war is the cause of death like cancer and tuberculosis, like influenza and dysentery.

Ja no kaut k? atsak?s, tad to vairs nepazaud?s, - Georgs saka. - Tikai idioti t? r?kojas.

I hadn't failed, I had gained a second, heaven-sent life with Helen—and even the despair that had come to me and still haunted my sleep from time to time was possible only because there had been something else: Paris, Helen, and the unbelievable feeling of not being alone.

The anguish of solitude rises up in me. When Kat is taken away I will not have one friend left.