Quotes About Mortality

Here lies our comrade, Kemmerich, who a little while ago was roasting horse flesh with us and squatting in the shell-holes. He it is still and yet it is not he any longer. His features have become uncertain and faint, like a photographic plate from which two pictures have been taken. Even his voice sounds like ashes.

Mes amžinai pamirštam, kad gyvenam šitoje planetoje tik trump? laik?. Tod?l ir ?sigyjame absoliu?iai klaiding? pasaulio kompleks?. Lyg b?tue žmon?s, kuriems b?t? duota gyventi amžinai.

and without love, one is a dead man on furlough, nothing but a scrap of paper with a few dates and a chance name on it, and we as well die.

Iga elatud päev tähendab üks päev vähem olemasolu.

Laikas - tai silpnutis mirties ekstraktas, kuris iš l?to skverbiasi ? mus kaip nestiprus narkotikas. Iš pradži? jis gaivina, ir mes net pradedame tik?ti, kad esame nemirtingi, bet lašas po lašo, diena po dienos jis tampa vienu lašu, viena diena stipresnis ir pavirsta r?gštimi, drums?ian?ia ir nuodijan?ia m?s? krauj?.

The hospitals are all full to overflowing, no one is properly looked after there, and once a man lies down on it, he is only so much nearer to being dead. Men die all around one. It gets on a fellow's nerves, alone there among it all, and before he knows where he is, he has made another himself.

Granaten, Gasschwaden und Tankflottillen - Zerstampfen, Zerfressen, Tod. Ruhr, Grippe, Typhus - Würgen, Verbrennen, Tod. Graben, Lazarett, Massengrab - mehr Möglichkeiten gibt es nicht.

Our knowledge of life is limited to death." - Paul Baumer

Why doesn't she stop worrying? Kemmerich will stay dead whether she knows about it or not. When a man has seen so many dead he cannot understand any longer why there should be so much anguish over a single individual.

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.

Das Grauen läßt sich ertragen, solange man sich einfach duckt; aber es tötet, wenn man darüber nachdenkt

In the afternoon, about three, he is dead. I

But every gasp lays my heart bare. This dying man has time with him, he has an invisible dagger with which he stabs me: Time and my thoughts.

I merely crawl still farther under the coffin, it shall protect me, though Death himself lies in it. Before

Nasza wiedza o ?yciu ogranicza si? do ?mierci.

We are two human beings, two tiny sparks of life; outside there is just the night, and all around us, death.

This is the first time I have killed with my hands, whom I can see close at hand, whose death is my doing. Kat and Kropp and Müller have experienced it already, when they have hit someone; it happens to many, in hand-to-hand fighting especially— But every gasp lays my heart bare. This dying man has time with him, he has an invisible dagger with which he stabs me: Time and my thoughts.

They are many indeed that lie there, though until now we have not thought of it so. Hitherto we have just all remained there together, they in the graves, we in the trenches, divided only by a few handfuls of earth. They were but a little before us; daily we became less and they more, and often we have not known whether we already belonged to them or not.

M?s ar katru dienu vair?k mirstam, bet ar? ar katru dienu ilg?k dz?vojam [..] nekas netiek izn?cin?ts, un, kas neko negrib patur?t, tam pieder viss.

Via?a era vaporul din port, care nu mergea spre infinit...

Dišite duboko, gledajte u bregove, zahvalite bogu što živite, i mislite na to da su i bolji od vas morali da umru.

Through the years our business has been killing;—it was our first calling in life. Our knowledge of life is limited to death.

The whole world ought to pass by this bed and say: "That is Franz Kemmerich, nineteen and a half years old, he doesn't want to die. Let him not die!

Aber das ist wohl so, weil ein einzelner immer der Tod ist — und zwei Millionen immer nur eine Statistik.