Quotes About Unity

I am no longer a shuddering speck of existence, alone in the darkness;--I belong to them and they to me; we all share the same fear and the same life...I could bury my face in them, in these voices, these words that have saved me and will stand by me.

The days, the weeks, the years out here shall come back again, and our dead comrades shall then stand up again and march with us, our heads shall be clear, we shall have a purpose, and so we shall march, our dead comrades beside us, the years at the Front behind us:—against whom, against whom?

When we love each other we are immortal and indestructible like the heartbeat and the rain and the wind.

Give 'em all the same grub and all the same pay/And the war would be over and done in a day. - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 3

Kat and Kropp get in an argument over the war as they rest from an hour's worth of drill (occasioned by Tjaden's not saluting a major properly). Kat believes the war would be over if leaders gave all the participants "the same grub and the same pay," as he says in a rhyme. Kropp believes the leaders of each country should fight each other in an arena to settle the war; the "wrong" people currently do the fighting.

T]his is really the only thing: just to sit quietly, like this. They understand of course, they agree, they may even feel it so too, but only with words, only with words, yes that is it - they feel it, but always with only half of themselves, the rest of their being taken up by with other things, they are so divided in themselves that none feels it with his whole essence;

I am no longer a shuddering speck of existence, alone in the darkness; - I belong to them and they to me; we all share the same fear and the same life, we are nearer than lovers, in a simpler, a harder way; I could bury my face in them, in these voices, these words that have saved me and will stand by me.

I hate it when people mix things, I hate the cowlike yearning toward one another while the beauty and the power of a great work breaks over one; I hate the swimming looks of lovers, the foolish blissful cuddling, the indecent sheepish happiness that can never rise above itself; I hate all the talk of becoming one through love;

State and home country, there's a difference

we developed a firm, practical feeling of solidarity, which grew, on the battlefield, into the best thing that the war produced - comradeship in arms.

We are not, indeed, in the front-line, but only in the reserves, yet in every face can be read: This is the front, now we are within its embrace.

Now time is standing still. We've torn it in two. Now only we two are here; we two, you and me and no one else.

Vienatv? ieško kelion?s draugo, neklausdama, kas jis. Kas to nesupranta, tas niekada nebuvo vienišas, o tik vienas.

Bir emir bu sessiz kiÅŸileri bizim düÅŸman?m?z yapt?. Bir emir onlar? dostumuz yapabilirdi. Hiçbirimizi tan?mayan birkaç kiÅŸi, herhangi bir masan?n çevresinde toplan?p bir yaz?y? imzalad?lar. BaÅŸka zaman olsa bütün dünyan?n hakaretini ve cezas?n? üstüne çekecek olan bu yaz?, bizler için y?llarca en yüksek amaç yerine geçecek.

It is as though formerly we were coins of different provinces; and now we are melted down, and all bear the same stamp.

Por qué no nos dicen continuamente que vosotros sois unos pobres infelices como nosotros, que vuestras madres viven en la misma angustia que las nuestras y que todos tenemos el mismo miedo a la muerte, el mismo agonizar y los mismos dolores? ¡Perdóname, camarada! ¿Cómo podías ser mi enemigo? Si tiráramos estas armas y este uniforme, tú podrías ser mi hermano, al igual que Kat y Albert.

The coffins are really for us. The organization surpasses itself in that kind of thing.

Only thus were we prepared for what awaited us. We did not break down, but adapted ourselves; our twenty years, which made many another thing so grievous, helped us in this. But by far the most important result was that it awakened in us a strong, practical sense of esprit de corps, which in the field developed into the finest thing that arose out of the war—comradeship.

Those voices mean more than my life, more than mothering and fear, they are the strongest and most protective thing that there is; they are the voices of my pals.

they are the strongest, most comforting thing there is anywhere: they are the voices of my comrades.

I think it is more of a kind of fever," says Albert. "No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others say the same thing—and yet half the world is in it all the same.

?nsan yaln?z oldu mu tabiat? incelemeye, sevmeye ba?l?yor.

They are many indeed that lie there, though until now we have not thought of it so. Hitherto we have just all remained there together, they in the graves, we in the trenches, divided only by a few handfuls of earth. They were but a little before us; daily we became less and they more, and often we have not known whether we already belonged to them or not.

I think it is more of a kind of fever, says Albert. No one in particular wants it, and then all at once there it is. We didn't want the war, the others would say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same.