Quotes About Struggle

My healthy blood was powerless to cure the sick blood of my beloved. That was beyond understanding. And so is death.

Katczinsky is right when he says it would not be such a bad war if only one could get a little more sleep.

Hard... What does he mean by hard? And am I like that? Or is it only that I have no time for the fraud of so-called good manners, which strews a little glitter over black truths, and thinks that that has made them disappear.

Hteo sam nešto da kažem, ali nisam mogao. Teško je na?i re?i kad treba nešto stvarno kazati. A kad na?emo potrebne re?i, onda se stidimo da ih izgovorimo. Sve te re?i pripadaju prošlim vekovima. Naše doba još nema izraze za svoja ose?anja. Ona mogu da budu samo drugarska - sve ostalo nije pravo. - Pat - rekoh joj. - Stari hrabri druže...

There behind me on the stretchers my comrades are now lying and still they call. It is peace, yet they must die. But I, I am trembling with joy and am not ashamed. —And that is odd. Because none can ever wholly feel what another suffers—is that the reason why wars perpetually recur? 2

Osje?ao sam se trom i spor i mrzio sam sebe što Heleni ne mogu bolje da pokažem koliko je volim ti tom trenutku. Morala je misliti da oklijevam zato što je ne želim, a ne zato što je toliko mnogo želim.

Our life alternates between billets and the front. We have almost grown accustomed to it; war is the cause of death like cancer and tuberculosis, like influenza and dysentery. The deaths are merely

It brings a lump into the throat to see how they go over, and run and fall. A man would like to spank them, they are so stupid, and to take them by the arm and lead them away from here where they have no business to be. They wear grey coats and trousers and boots, but for most of them the uniform is far too big, it hangs on their limbs, their shoulders are too narrow, their bodies too slight; no uniform was ever made to these childish measurements.

And this I know: 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.

Many slept crouching and the lucky one was he whose bedfellows died in the evening. They were then carried away, and for one night he could stretch out until new arrivals came.

Unser Fehler ist, dass wir weder wirklich dumm noch wirklich gescheit sind. Immer so dazwischen, wie Affen in den Ästen. Das macht müde und manchmal traurig. Der Mensch muss wissen, wohin er gehört.

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.

M?su nol?d?t? atmi?a ir siets. T? grib izdz?vot. Un izdz?vot var tikai aizmirstot.

Ja pils?tu bombard?jam m?s, tad t? ir strat??iska nepieciešam?ba; ja to dara citi, tad ne??l?ga noziedz?ba.

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.

Naids ir k? sk?be, kas saÄ"d dvÄ"­seli, vienalga, vai ienÄ«sti pats, vai arÄ« tevi ienÄ«st.

Kartais žmogus netenki dr?sos, - tar? Nataša. - O kitais kartais pamanai, kad prie nusivylim? galima priprasti. Bet taip n?ra. Kiekvien? kart? jie vis labiau skaudina. Jie taip skaudina, kad žmog? pagauna baim?. Atrodo, kad kiekvien? kart? atsiranda vis didesni nudegimai. Ir kiekvien? kart? jie vis l??iau gyja.

Selam duruÅŸ, esas vaziyet, merasim geçiÅŸi, tüfek as, saÄŸa dön, sola dön, topuk vur, küfür, azar, binlerce eziyet! Biz görevimizi baÅŸka türlü düÅŸünmüÅŸtük; bir de bakt?k ki, kahramanl??a, sirk atlar? gibi yetiÅŸtiriliyoruz.

Korraga valdab mind aja nimetu raskemeelsus - see voolab ja voolab ning muutub, ja kui sa naased, ei leia sa enam midagi taas. Hüvasti jätta on raske - kuid naasta on vahel veelgi raskem.

That would be much simpler and more just than this arrangement, where the wrong people do the fighting. The subject

Frontul e o colivie în care, plin de nervozitate, trebuie s? aÈ™tepÈ›i ce va urma.

We march up, moody or good-tempered soldiers - we reach the zone where the front begins and become on the instant human animals.

Elgyöngülök, egyszerre csak nem bírom tovább. Nem akarok már káromkodni, nincs értelme, szeretnék összeesni, és sohasem kelni fel többé.