Quotes About Friendship

Bir emir bu sessiz sakin hayalleri bizim düÅŸman?m?z yapt?; bir emir onlar? bizim dostumuz yapabilir. Herhangi bir masa ba??nda, hiçbirimizin tan?mad??? birkaç kiÅŸi taraf?ndan, bir yaz? imzalan?r. BaÅŸka vakit dünyan?n nefret edip en büyük cezalara çarpt?rd??? ÅŸey, insan öldürmek, y?llarca baÅŸ gayemiz olur.

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.

And even if these scenes of our youth were given back to use we would hardly know what to do. The tender, secret influence that passed from them into us could not rise again. We might be amongst them and move in them; we might remember and love them and be stirred by the sight of them. But it would be like gazing at the photograph of a dead comrade; those are his features, it is his face, and the days we spent together take on a mournful life in the memory; but the man himself it is not

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.

Don't lose the address," he said to Bucher. "Be a pity if we lost touch with one another.

Vientul?ba mekl? ce?abiedru un nejaut?, kas vi?š ir. Kurš to nezina, nekad nav bijis vientu?š, bet tikai viens.

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

That is Franz Kemmerich, nineteen and a half years old, he doesn't want to die. Let him not die!

We stroll on. Late in the evening we run into Willy and set off together for the barracks. En route Willy suddenly springs to one side and I crouch down likewise. The unmistakable howl of a shell coming—then we look round mystified and laugh. It was merely the screech of an electric tram.

Usamljenost traži saputnika i ne pita ko je on. Ko to ne zna, taj nikad nije bio usamljen, samo sam.

And even if these scenes of our youth were given back to us, we would hardly know what to do. The tender, secret influence that passed from them into us could not rise again. We might be amongst them and move in them and be stirred by the sight of them. But it would be like gazing at the photograph of a dead comrade; those are his features, it is his face, and the days spent together take on a mournful life in the memory; but the man himself it is not.

And even if these scenes of our youth were given back to us we would hardly know what to do. The tender, secret influence that passed from them into us could not rise again. We might be amongst them and move in them; we might remember and love them and be stirred by the sight of them. But it would be like gazing at the photograph of a dead comrade; those are his features, it is his face, and the days we spent together take on a mournful life in the memory; but the man himself it is not.

And even if these scenes of our youth were given back to us we would hardly know what to do . . . it would be like gazing at the photograph of a dead comrade; those are his features, it is his face, and the days we spent together take on a mournful life in the memory; but the man itself it is not. We could never regain the old intimacy with those scenes.

Parting from my friend Albert Kropp was very hard. But a man gets used to that sort of thing in the army.

The anguish of solitude rises up in me. When Kat is taken away I will not have one friend left.

Erich Maria Remarque

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.

Üçümüz de ayn? ÅŸeyi düÅŸünüyoruz: Franz Kemmerich buradan saÄŸ ç?ksa bile tek bacakl? kalaca??na göre bu çizmeler ne iÅŸe yarar?

Ein Befehl hat diese stillen Gestalten zu unsern Feinden gemacht; ein Befehl könnte sie in unsere Freunde verwandeln. An irgendeinem Tisch wird ein Schriftstück von einigen Leuten unterzeichnet, die keiner von uns kennt, und jahrelang ist unser höchstes Ziel das, worauf sonst die Verachtung der Welt und ihre höchste Strafe ruht.

Kat and I, two soldiers in shabby battledress, roasting a goose in the middle of the night. We don't talk much, but we have a greater and more gentle consideration for each other than I should think even lovers do. We are two human beings, two tiny sparks of life; outside there is just the night, and all around us, death.

Cik labi, ja cilv?kam ir cigaretes. Sm??is dažk?rt ir pat lab?ks nek? draugi. Cigaretes nemulsina. T?s ir m?mas un labas.

When he presses himself to the earth, long and violently, when he urges himself deep into it with his face and his limbs, under fire and with the fear of death upon him, then the earth is his only friend, his brother, he groans out his terror and screams into its silence and safety, the earth absorbs it all and gives him another ten seconds of life, ten seconds to run, then takes hold of him again - sometimes for ever.

They jogged along for another half mile, their increasingly laboured breaths punctuated by Bernie's gasps of great and fantastic whenever Davey showed his style. Good workout, Bernie said when they reached the finish line and began to walk. You should run during the year too, Beckwith. I mean, how the hell do you stay so thin? You don't even play squash. I worry a lot, said Bob and kept walking.

Min­nie Four-Eyes.