Quotes from Erich Maria Remarque

Sasprindzin?jums bija izzudis, un vi?š jut?s k? cilv?ks, kurš pavisam nejauši uzdrošin?jies uzk?pt uz pl?na ledus un sev par lielu p?rsteigumu redz, ka tas nel?st. Vi?š zina, ka tas ir pl?ns un ka ilgi varb?t neiztur?s, bet pašlaik tas tur, un ar to pietiek.

There were thousands of Kantoreks, all of whom were convinced that they were acting for the best—

Leur existence est anonyme et sans culpabilité; si j'en savais davantage sur leur compte, c'est-à-dire comment ils s'appellent, comment ils vivent, ce qu'ils attendent, ce qui les oppresse, mon émotion aurait un but concret et pourrait devenir de la compassion. Mais je n'éprouve ici, derrière eux, que la douleur de la créature, l'épouvantable mélancolie de l'existence et l'absence de pitié qui caractérisent les hommes.

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 said that was a result of their upbringing. It made them stupid. And what Kat said, he had thought about.

Kui lähestikku on eilne ja tänane, surm ja elu.

It keeps bobbing back disconcertingly, and then you are confronted by irreconcilable contrast: the skies of childhood and the science of killing, lost youth and the cynicism of knowledge gained too young.

The factory owners in Germany have grown wealthy;--dysentery dissolves our bowels.

The most beautiful city in the world is the one where you are happy.

You can deceive yourself with truth too. That's an even more dangerous dream.

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

509 sat down with his back to the barrack wall. It had still kept some warmth from the sun. Bucher came and sat down beside him. Strange, he said. Sometimes hundreds die and one doesn't feel anything, and then a single man dies, one who doesn't even concern us much—and it seems as though it were a thousand. 509 nodded. Imagination cannot count. And feeling does not grow stronger through numbers. It can never count beyond one. One—but that's enough if one feels it.

Fericirea femeii este omeneasc?:ea rezid? din iubire!

Obiectivul atins nu reprezint? pentru ei un popas, ci punctul de plecare pentru noi n?zuin?e.

Cât timp capacitatea unei inimi de femeie nu a secat,nu este înc? nimic pierdut.

Femeia este ca pas?rea Pheonix, care arde È™i apoi renaÈ™te, întinerit?, din propria-i cenu??.

Femeia-etern? enigm?.

The whole world ought to pass by this bed and say: "That is Franz Kemmerich, nineteen and a half years old, he doesn't want to die. Let him not die!

Via?a este un vis... realitatea este cenu?ie ?i goal?...

I am conscious of the nameless sadness of Time that runs and runs on and changes, and when a man returns he shall find nothing again. —Yes, it is a hard thing to part; but to come back again, that is sometimes far harder.

bet t?ds jau cilv?ks ir - ?sti nov?rt?t vi?š prot tikai to, k? vi?am nav.

La guerre ne serait pas trop insupportable si seulement on pouvait dormir davantage.

Mama înseamn? iertare, sacrificiu.

Ako ne vodi u smrt, krajnja nesigurnost može dovesti do sigurnosti koja se ne može uzdrmati...

All else went west in the war, but comradeship we did believe in; now only to find that what death could not do, life is achieving; it is driving us asunder.