Quotes About Struggle

At school nobody ever taught us how to light a cigarette in a storm of rain, nor how a fire could be made with wet wood - nor that it is best to stick a bayonet in the belly because there it doesn't get jammed, as it does in the ribs.

We have become wild beasts. We do not fight, we defend ourselves against annihilation.

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

Take twenty years of my life, comrade, and stand up - take more, for I do not know what I can even attempt to do with it now

Night again. We are deadened by the strain—a deadly tension that scrapes along one's spine like a gapped knife. Our legs refuse to move, our hands tremble, our bodies are thin stretched painfully over repressed madness, over an almost irresistible, bursting roar. We have neither flesh nor muscle any longer, we dare not look at one another for fear of some miscalculable thing. So we shut our teeth—it will end—it will end—perhaps we will come through.

Enese teadmata oleme ikka veel sõdurid.

That they have, indeed! My sisters tell how they had to scrounge to get the supper together. Twice the gendarmes took everything from them at the station. The third time they sewed the eggs inside their cloaks, put the sausages into their blouses and hid the potatoes in pockets inside their skirts. That time they got through.

On je ?ovek, on želi svoju propast.

Jednostavna duša, još nezaražena ni skepsom ni prekomernom inteligencijom. Parsifol je bio glup. Da je bio mudar, nikad ne bi osvojio sveti Gral. Samo glupak pobe?uje u životu; drugi vidi suviše prepreka i postaje kolebljiv pre no što i po?ne... U teškim prilikama bezazlenost je najdragocenije blago, ?udotvorni plašt koji skriva opasnost u koju pametnjakovi? ule?e kao oma?ijan...

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

And we stand still again, and suddenly we feel that everything out there in front of us, that absolute hell, that ragged patch of shell-holes, is still there inside us.

To me the front is a mysterious whirlpool. Though I am in still water away from its centre, I feel the whirl of the vortex sucking me slowly, irresistibly, inescapably into itself.

Ja sam moderan ?ovek i vrlo sam sklon samouništenju.

All at once I feel utterly dejected. "What was the good of it all, Mother?" I say. She strokes my hand. "It must have been for some good, Ernst. The Father in heaven knows, you may be sure of that.

The dark turns into madness. It rocks and rages. Dark things, darker than the night itself, rush upon us in great waves, over us and onwards.

On sekiz ya??nda idik; dünyay?, hayat? sevmeye baÅŸlam??t?k, sevdiÄŸimiz bu ÅŸeylere kurÅŸun s?kmak zorunda kald?k. Patlayan ilk mermiler kalbimize sapland?. Çal??ma, çaba, ilerleme kap?lar? kapand? bize. Biz bunlara art?k inanm?yoruz, biz harbe inan?yoruz.

crouching like cats we run on, overwhelmed by this wave that bears us along, that fills us with ferocity, turns us into thugs, into murderers, into God only knows what devils; this wave that multiplies our strength with fear and madness and greed of life, seeking and fighting for nothing but our deliverance.

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.

when I hear the word 'peace-time,' it goes to my head: and if it really came, I think I would do some unimaginable thing—something, you know, that it's worth having lain here in the muck for. But I can't even imagine anything. All I do know is that this business about professions and studies and salaries and so on—it makes me sick, it is and always was disgusting.

NajchÄ™tniej jestem sam, wtedy nikt mi nie przeszkadza. Bo wszyscy stale wracajÄ… do tematu [...]. Z pewnoÅ›ciÄ… i ja tak dawniej ?yÅ'em, ale teraz nie umiem siÄ™ do tego przystosowa?. Za wiele gadajÄ…. MajÄ… troski, cele, ?yczenia, których nie mogÄ™ ujmowa? tak jak oni. [...] Tak sÄ… podzieleni, rozdrobnieni, ?aden nie odczuwa tego caÅ'ym swym jestestwem; ja sam nie umiem dobrze okreÅ›li?, co mam na myÅ›li.

Ya no somos jóvenes. Ya no queremos conquistar el mundo. Somos fugitivos. Huimos de nosotros mismos. De nuestra vida. Teníamos dieciocho años y empezábamos a amar el mundo y la existencia; tuvimos que disparar contra eso. La primera granada que explosionó, lo hizo en nuestro corazón. Estamos al margen de la actividad, del esfuerzo, del progreso. Ya no creemos en nada de eso; creemos en la guerra.

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

Gribu doties proj?m, bet kaut kas mani spiež palikt. Ja cilv?kam rodas iesp?ja moc?t pašam sevi, tad vi?š to vis l?ti gar?m nelaiž.

we reach the zone where the front begins and become on the instant human animals.