Quotes About Humanity

Then what exactly is the war for?" asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. "There must be some people to whom the war is useful.

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.

We all feed on one another. Such occasional little sparks of kindliness—that's something one shouldn't allow to be taken away. It strengthens one for a difficult life.

we reach the zone where the front begins and become on the instant human animals.

Nie jeste?my ju? beztroscy; jeste?my straszliwie oboj?tni.

Tikai p?c piln?gas izš?iršan?s rodas patiesa interese par visu, kas attiecas uz otru cilv?ku. Tas ir viens no m?las paradoksiem.

Tikrov? pažadina troškimus, bet niekad negali j? patenkinti; laim? prasideda žmoguje, bet niekada jame nepasibaigia; gali b?ti visa: žmogus, meil?, laim?, gyvenimas, bet kažkokiu baisiu b?du to visada per maža, ir juo daugiau tai atrodo, juo mažiau yra iš tikr?j?.

The youngster will hardly survive the carrying, and at the most he will only last a few days. What he has gone through so far is nothing to what he's in for till he dies. Now he is numb and feels nothing. In an hour he will become one screaming bundle of intolerable pain. Every day that he can live will be a howling torture. And to whom does it matter whether he has them or not—— I nod. "Yes, Kat, we ought to put him out of his misery.

out my cigarettes, break each one in half and give them to the Russians. They bow to me and then light the cigarettes. Now red points glow in every face. They comfort me; it looks as though there were little windows in dark village cottages saying that behind them are rooms full of peace. The

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

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

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

I see their dark forms, their beards move in the wind. I know nothing of them except that they are prisoners; and that is exactly what troubles me. Their life is obscure and guiltless;—if I could know more of them, what their names are, how they live, what they are waiting for, what their burdens are, then my emotion would have an object and might become sympathy.

This is the first time I have killed with my hands, whom I can see close at hand, whose death is my doing. Kat and Kropp and Müller have experienced it already, when they have hit someone; it happens to many, in hand-to-hand fighting especially— But every gasp lays my heart bare. This dying man has time with him, he has an invisible dagger with which he stabs me: Time and my thoughts.

JesteÅ›my nikÅ'ymi pÅ'omykami, zaledwie ochranianymi sÅ'abymi Å›cianami przed nawaÅ'nicÄ… rozpadu i bezsensownoÅ›ci, w której trzepocemy siÄ™ i niekiedy prawie ?e toniemy.

Aliás, é engraçado como o infortúnio do mundo provém tão freqüentemente de homens baixos: são muito mais enérgicos, de gênio muito pior do que os indivíduos altos.

Sieviete, kuru iek?ro cits, kaut ar? tas b?tu kaisles aps?sts z?rcinieks, t?l?t k??st v?rt?g?ka nek? iepriekš. T? nu ir, ka cilv?ks daudz vair?k dz?vo no relat?v?m nek? no absol?t?m v?rt?b?m.

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?

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—

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

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.

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

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.

Svaki ?ovek ima ono malo svoga razuma da razabere kako ne može živeti samo prema razumu.