Quotes About Remarque

The small tool of death was like a dynamo of life.

I said no more and made off. It is no use quarrelling with excited maternal instincts. They have the moral support of the entire world behind them.

A line, a short line, stumbles off into the morning. Thirty two men.

He fell in October 1918, on a day that was so quiet and still on the whole front, that the army report confined itself to the single sentence: All quiet on the Western Front.

I tell you it is the vilest business to use horses in the war.

Perhaps, thought I, perhaps—always that word, one never could escape it. It was certainty we lacked, certainty that everyone and everything lacked.

What has Kantorek written to you?" Müller asks him. He laughs. "We are the Iron Youth." We all three smile bitterly, Kropp rails: he is glad that he can speak. Yes, that's the way they think, these hundred thousand Kantoreks! Iron Youth! Youth! We are none of us more than twenty years old. But young? Youth? That is long ago. We are old folk.

We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces.

Modesty and conscientiousness receive their reward only in novels. In life they are exploited and then shoved aside.

There was always a woman with TB in Remarque's books. Frankly I was a little fed up with it.