Quotes About War

And be very careful at the front, Paul." Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are!

Vahi ja vaata! Nad ehitavad relvatehaseid, sest nad tahavad rahu; nad ehitavad koonduslaagreid, sest nad armastavad tõde; õiglus on iga erakondliku hulluse kattevari, poliitilised gangsterid on lunastajad, ning vabadus on igasuguse võimuahnuse lipukiri.

As usual in times of war, fear, and affliction, the individual human being had ceased to exist; only one thing counted: a valid passport.

What do they expect of us if a time ever comes when the war is over? Through the years our business has been killing;-it was our first calling in life. Our knowledge of life is limited to death. What will happen afterwards? And what shall come out of us?

Es sind die Uniformen. Nimm ihnen die Kostüme weg, und es gibt keinen Menschen mehr, der Soldat sein will.

Das sage ich euch, es ist die allergrößte Gemeinheit, daß Tiere im Krieg sind.

A line, a short line, stumbles off into the morning. Thirty two men.

but an atmosphere of war had settled over the country like a plague. The life and welfare of the individual counted for nothing. People had ceased to be human beings—they were classified according to military criteria as soldiers, fit for military service, unfit for military service, and enemies.

In Wirklichkeit vergessen wir nichts. Solange wir hier im Felde sein müssen, sinken die Fronttage, wenn sie vorbei sind, wie Steine in uns hinunter, weil sie zu schwer sind, um sofort darüber nachdenken zu können.

Wenn man so viele Tote gesehen hat, kann man so viel Schmerz um einen einzigen nicht mehr recht begreifen.

Shortly after the war Valentin had come into a little money, and had been drinking it ever since. He considered it his duty to celebrate his good luck in having come out alive. It was nothing to him that that was now several years ago. One could never celebrate it enough, he used to explain. He was one of those with an uncanny memory of the war. The rest of us had forgotten many things; but he remembered every day and every hour.

Wie sinnlos ist alles, was je geschrieben, getan, gedacht wurde, wenn so etwas möglich ist! Es muß alles gelogen und belanglos sein, wenn die Kultur von Jahrtausenden nicht einmal verhindern konnte, daß diese Ströme von Blut vergossen wurden, daß diese Kerker der Qualen zu Hunderttausenden existieren. Erst das Lazarett zeigt, was Krieg ist.

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.

It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by the war." - Paul Baumer

Bir emir bu sessiz sakin hayalleri bizim düÅŸman?m?z yapt?; bir emir onlar? bizim dostumuz yapabilir. Herhangi bir masa ba??nda, hiçbirimizin tan?mad??? birkaç kiÅŸi taraf?ndan, bir yaz? imzalan?r. BaÅŸka vakit dünyan?n nefret edip en büyük cezalara çarpt?rd??? ÅŸey, insan öldürmek, y?llarca baÅŸ gayemiz olur.

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

Por qué no nos dicen continuamente que vosotros sois unos pobres infelices como nosotros, que vuestras madres viven en la misma angustia que las nuestras y que todos tenemos el mismo miedo a la muerte, el mismo agonizar y los mismos dolores? ¡Perdóname, camarada! ¿Cómo podías ser mi enemigo? Si tiráramos estas armas y este uniforme, tú podrías ser mi hermano, al igual que Kat y Albert.

Monotonously the lorries sway, monotonously come the calls, monotonously falls the rain. It falls on our heads and on the heads of the dead up in the line, on the body of the little recruit with the wound that is so much too big for his hip; it falls on Kemmerich's grave; it falls in our hearts.

Vai katr? zi?? kaut kam arvien j?b?t paties?bai? - Laikam ne. K?p?c? - Es nezinu. Bet iesp?jams, ka b?tu maz?k karu, ja cilv?ki tik ?oti negrib?tu p?rliecin?t cits citu par savas personisk?s paties?bas pareiz?bu.

There were thousands of Kantoreks, all of whom were convinced that they were acting for the best - in a way that cost them nothing. And that is why they us down so badly.

we stood on the threshold of life. And so it would seem. We had as yet taken no root. The war swept us away. For the others, the older men, it is but an interruption. They are able to think beyond it. We, however, have been gripped by it and do not know what the end may be. We know only that in some strange and melancholy way we have become a waste land.

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

The Front is a cage in which we must await fearfully whatever may happen. We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty.

It is just as much a matter of chance that I am still alive as that I might have been hit. In a bomb-proof dug-out I may be smashed to atoms and in the open may survive ten hours' bombardment unscathed. No soldier outlives a thousand chances. But every soldier believes in Chance and trusts his luck.