Quotes About Struggle

Aliás, é engraçado como o infortúnio do mundo provém tão freqüentemente de homens baixos: são muito mais enérgicos, de gênio muito pior do que os indivíduos altos.

We are not beaten, for as soldiers we are better and more experienced; we are simply crushed and driven back by overwhelming superior forces.

Had we returned home in 1916, out of the suffering and the strength of our experience we might have unleashed a storm. Now if we go back we will be weary, broken, burnt out, rootless, and without hope. We will not be able to find our way any more. ==========

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—

Über diesen Feldern scheinen die verlorenen Jahre weiter zu bestehen, die Jahre, die nicht gewesen sind, die keine Ruhe finden – der Schrei der Jugend wurde zu früh erstickt, fand ein zu jähes Ende. In der Nacht brechen sie aus der Erde hervor wie geisterhafte Irrlichter.

The war has ruined us for everything.

Cilv?ks vienm?r un visur ir non?cis gal?. Laiks ir aizspriedums. Tas ir dz?ves nosl?pums. Tikai m?s to nezin?m. M?s vienm?r tiecamies kaut kur non?kt.

The noises from outside all merge into one another, become a dream which disappears from the waking memory...he sees the woods and stars behind him, and so he moves on, an ordinary soldier, with his big boots and his webbing and his pack, making his tiny way under the sky's great vault along the road that lies before him; a soldier who forgets things quickly and who isn't even depressed much any more, but who just goes onwards under the great night sky.

I think it's more a kind of fever, Nobody really wants it, but all of a sudden, there it is. We didn't want the war, they say the same thing on the other side – and in spite of that, half the world is at it hammer and tongs. - Albert Kropp

We are not youth any longer. We don't want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing. We fly from ourselves. From our life. We were 18 and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces.

But how can a man look after anyone in the field!

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

We have never been a very demonstrative family – poor people who have to work hard and cope with problems very rarely are.

Nekad dz?v? nepietiek, un t? tas ir katram. Laikam gan vienm?r ir par maz, un t? ir pasaules nelaime.

Ura este un acid care corodeaz? sufletul, indiferent dac? tu eÈ™ti cel ce ur??te sau cel urât.

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 would say the same thing--and yet half the world is in it all the same.

the wrong people do the fighting

Erich Maria Remarque

It's unendurable. It is the moaning of the world, it is the martyred creation, wild with anguish, filled with terror, and groaning.

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.

I soon found out this much:--terror can be endured so long as a man simply ducks;--but it kills, if a man thinks about it.

Pentru mine frontul e o vâltoare halucinant?.Chiar când eÈ™ti departe de centrul ei, în ape liniÈ™tite, îi simÈ›i puterea aspiratoare ce te atrage, încet, inevitabil f?r? putin?? de împotrivire.

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.