Quotes About Death

Life was something too great, and death also had something too great about it; they were not to be played with. Having courage was a different thing from having no fear; courage was consciousness of danger, fearlessness mere ignorance.

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.

M?s ar katru dienu vair?k mirstam, bet ar? ar katru dienu ilg?k dz?vojam [..] nekas netiek izn?cin?ts, un, kas neko negrib patur?t, tam pieder viss.

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—

The graveyard is a mass of wreckage. Coffins and corpses lie strewn about. They have been killed once again; but each of them that was flung up saved one of us.

We have almost grown accustomed to it; war is the cause of death like cancer and tuberculosis, like influenza and dysentery.

While they continued to write and talk, we saw the wounded and dying. While they taught that duty to one's country is the greatest thing, we already knew that death-throes are stronger.

Dišite duboko, gledajte u bregove, zahvalite bogu što živite, i mislite na to da su i bolji od vas morali da umru.

This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by war.

Through the years our business has been killing;—it was our first calling in life. Our knowledge of life is limited to death.

?udna stvar'', mislim, ''videli smo toliko mrtvaca u ratu, i znamo da nas je dva miliona beskorisno palo - zašto smo onda tako uzbu?eni zbog jednog jedinog, a dva miliona smo ve? skoro zaboravili?'' No to je valjda zato što je pojedinac uvek smrt - a dva miliona uvek samo statistika.

all these things that now, while we are still in the war, sink down in us like a stone, after the war shall waken again, and then shall begin the disentanglement of life and death.

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 - now for the first time in three days we can see his face, now for the first time in three days we can oppose him . . . No longer do we lie helpless . . . we can destroy and kill, to save ourselves, to save ourselves and to be revenged.

Kui lähestikku on eilne ja tänane, surm ja elu.

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.

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!

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.

Monotonously the lorries sway, monotonously comes the calls, monotonously falls the rain. It falls on our heads and on the heads of the dead up in the line, on the body of the little recruit with the wound that is much too big for his hip; it falls on Kemmerich's grave; it falls in our hearts.

here the strength and the will of a generation of youth that died before it could begin to live is poured out in one vast lament upon the night.

QÉ™ribÉ™dir... SevÉ™n adam da... ÖlÉ™rmiÅŸ...

Ainult lilled. Need katavad kõike. Isegi haudu.

Bez ljubavi smo kao leš na odsustvu.

there'll be a few problems with Hans Kramer's body on Judgement Day when they try to resurrect what was left after the shell hit him.