Quotes About Suffering

Wenn der Mensch sich selbst quälen kann, versäumt er so leicht keine Gelegenheit dazu.

Granaten, Gasschwaden und Tankflottillen - Zerstampfen, Zerfressen, Tod. Ruhr, Grippe, Typhus - Würgen, Verbrennen, Tod. Graben, Lazarett, Massengrab - mehr Möglichkeiten gibt es nicht.

Wenn man so viele Tote gesehen hat, kann man so viel Schmerz um einen einzigen nicht mehr recht begreifen.

Wie sinnlos ist alles, was je geschrieben, getan, gedacht wurde, wenn so etwas möglich ist! Es muß alles gelogen und belanglos sein, wenn die Kultur von Jahrtausenden nicht einmal verhindern konnte, daß diese Ströme von Blut vergossen wurden, daß diese Kerker der Qualen zu Hunderttausenden existieren. Erst das Lazarett zeigt, was Krieg ist.

It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by the war." - Paul Baumer

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.

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

Ko ?e kazniti Boga zato što ?ini te patimo? Ovde kod ljudi, kad se to u?ini, do?e se u tamnicu ili bude obešen. Ko ?e obesiti Boga?

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.

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.

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

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.

eIf we could only see the animals we should be able to endure it better. Müller has a pair of glasses. We see a dark group, bearers with stretchers, and larger black clumps moving about. Those are the wounded horses. But not all of them. Some gallop away in the distance, fall down, and then run on farther. The belly of one is ripped open, the guts trail out. He becomes tangled in them and falls, then he stands up again.

If we could only see the animals we should be able to endure it better. Müller has a pair of glasses. We see a dark group, bearers with stretchers, and larger black clumps moving about. Those are the wounded horses. But not all of them. Some gallop away in the distance, fall down, and then run on farther. The belly of one is ripped open, the guts trail out. He becomes tangled in them and falls, then he stands up again.

Geriau mirti tada, kai dar nori gyventi, negu tada, kai jau nori mirti.

Two years of rifle fire and hand grenades - you can't just take it all off like a pair of socks afterwards -

There must be some people to whom the war is useful." "Well, I'm not one of them

Jestem m?ody, mam dwadzie?cia lat; ale z ?ycia nie znam nic poza rozpacz?, ?mierci?, trwog? i spojeniem w jeden ?a?cuch najniedorzeczniejszej p?asko?ci z ca?? otch?ani? cierpienia.

Had we returned home in 1916, out of the suffering and the strength of our experience we might have unleashed a storm. Now if we go back we will be weary, broken, burnt out, rootless, and without hope. We will not be able to find our way any more. ==========

The war has ruined us for everything.

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.

I think it's more a kind of fever, Nobody really wants it, but all of a sudden, there it is. We didn't want the war, they say the same thing on the other side – and in spite of that, half the world is at it hammer and tongs. - Albert Kropp

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.