Quotes About Reality

?ovek se hvata samo u svojim vlastitim snovima - a nikad u tu?im. ?ovek se hvata ili gubi.

While they went on writing and making speeches, we saw field hospitals and men dying: while they preached the service of the state as the greatest thing, we already knew that the fear of death is even greater.

What's going on outside, Ravic?" "Nothing new, Kate. The world goes on eagerly preparing for suicide and at the same time deluding itself about what it's doing." "Will there be war?" "Everyone knows that there will be war. What one does not yet know is when. Everyone expects a miracle." Ravic smiled. "Never before have I seen so many politicians who believe in miracles as at present

Doesn't this make you sad, Ferdinand?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Cynical, if you like. One is sad when one thinks about life—cynical when one sees what people make of it.

It keeps them going, staves off the evil day when they will be alone. And to be alone, really alone, without illusion, that way lies madness—and suicide.

Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum." Joan

Gândurile nu pot tr?i f?r? mângâiere È™i am?gire;se z?p?cesc în faÈ›a imaginii nude a disper?rii.

Once I fall fast asleep. Then wakening suddenly with a start I do not know where I am. I see the stars, I see the rockets, and for a moment have the impression that I have fallen asleep at a garden fête. I don't know whether it is morning or evening, I lie in the pale cradle of the twilight, and listen for soft words which will come, soft and near—am I crying? I put my hand to my eyes, it is fantastic, am I a child?

What has Kantorek [their teacher] written to you?' Muller asks him [Kropp]. He laughs. 'We are the Iron Youth.' We all three smile bitterly . . . Yes, that's what 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.

They want us (the german soldiers) to be heroes, but they don't want to know anything about the lice.

Gyvenkim ši?ia taikiai ir dorai, ano pasaulio juk n?ra tikrai.

Er war nicht töricht genug, nicht an Zufälle zu glauben. Keine Zufälle gab es nur in guter Literatur – das Leben war täglich voll der albernsten.

Lepe su te žene koje nas spre?avaju u tome da postanemo polubogovi, prave?i od nas o?eve porodica, gra?ane, ljude koji zara?uju novac, pošto su nas pre toga uhvatile iluzijom da nas ?ine bogovima.

Ta?u laikam gan ir t?, ka atseviš?a cilv?ka n?ve vienm?r ir n?ve, bet divu miljonu n?ve - vienm?r tikai statistika.

Wir haben den Sinn für andere Zusammenhänge verloren, weil sie künstlich sind. Nur die Tatsachen sind richtig und wichtig für uns.

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.

But the first death we saw shattered this belief. We had to recognize that our generation was more to be trusted than theirs. They surpassed us only in phrases and in cleverness. The first bombardment showed us our mistake, and under it the world as they had taught it to us broke in pieces.

Nach den Jahren hart am Tode war der Wein nicht nur Wein, das Silber nicht nur Silber, die Musik, die von irgendwoher in den Raum sickerte, nicht nur Musik, und Elisabeth nicht nur Elisabeth - sie alle waren Symbole jenes anderen Lebens, des Lebens ohne Töten und Zerstören, des Lebens um des Lebens willen, das schon fast zu einer Mythe und zu einem hoffnungslosen Traum geworden war.

Istina je povre?enom ose?anju uvek surova i skoro nepodnošljiva.

Our first experience of heavy artillery fire showed us our mistake, and the view of life that their teaching had given us fell to pieces under that bombardment.

We had to recognize that our generation was more to be trusted than theirs. They surpassed us only in phrases and in cleverness. The first bombardment showed us our mistake, and under it the world as they had taught it to us broke in pieces.

Suddenly my mother seizes hold of my hand and asks falteringly: 'Was it very bad out there, Paul?' Mother, what should I answer to that! You would not understand, you could never realize it. And you shall never realize it.

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.

And yes, that's it, that is what they think, those hundred thousand Kantoreks. Young men of iron. Young? None of us is more than twenty. But young? Young men? That was a long time ago. We are old now.