Quotes About Loss

Nipošto nemoj dozovliti da se takne, govorio je Kester. Kada ti jednom nešto postane blisko, želiš i da ga zadržiš. A ništa ne može da se zadrži.

And this is only one hospital, one single station; there are hundreds of thousands in Germany, hundreds of thousands in France, hundreds of thousands in Russia. How senseless is everything that can ever be written, done, or thought, when such things are possible. It must be all lies and of no account when the culture of a thousand years could not prevent this stream of blood being poured out, these torture-chambers in their hundreds of thousands. A hospital alone shows what war is. I

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

Ja no kaut k? atsak?s, tad to vairs nepazaud?s, - Georgs saka. - Tikai idioti t? r?kojas.

The anguish of solitude rises up in me. When Kat is taken away I will not have one friend left.

Erich Maria Remarque

He is right. 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 eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no more, we believe in the war.

Erich Maria Remarque

Šai mirkl? es aptv?ru, no k? baid?jos visvair?k: karš var?ja m?s izš?irt t?, ka m?s nekad vairs neatrastu viens otru p?c tam, kad tas b?tu iztrakojies, jo pat visliel?kaj? p?rdroš?b? nedr?kst?tu cer?t tik daudz personisk?s laimes p?c zemestr?ces, kas visu sagrautu.

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.

?udna stvar'', mislim, ''videli smo toliko mrtvaca u ratu, i znamo da nas je dva miliona beskorisno palo - zašto smo onda tako uzbu?eni zbog jednog jedinog, a dva miliona smo ve? skoro zaboravili?'' No to je valjda zato što je pojedinac uvek smrt - a dva miliona uvek samo statistika.

I am conscious of the nameless sadness of Time that runs and runs on and changes, and when a man returns he shall find nothing again. —Yes, it is a hard thing to part; but to come back again, that is sometimes far harder.

bet t?ds jau cilv?ks ir - ?sti nov?rt?t vi?š prot tikai to, k? vi?am nav.

All else went west in the war, but comradeship we did believe in; now only to find that what death could not do, life is achieving; it is driving us asunder.

We have lost all sense of other considerations, because they are artificial. Only the facts are real and important to us. And good boots are scarce.

Monotonously the lorries sway, monotonously comes 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 much too big for his hip; it falls on Kemmerich's grave; it falls in our hearts.

He fell in October 1918, on a day that was so quiet and still on the whole front, that the army report confined itself to the single sentence: All quiet on the Western Front. He had fallen forward and lay on the earth as though sleeping.

here the strength and the will of a generation of youth that died before it could begin to live is poured out in one vast lament upon the night.

QÉ™ribÉ™dir... SevÉ™n adam da... ÖlÉ™rmiÅŸ...

there'll be a few problems with Hans Kramer's body on Judgement Day when they try to resurrect what was left after the shell hit him.

Oricât de mult s-ar avânta fericirea noastr? spre stele È™i soare , cu oricât? beautitudine ne-am în?lÈ›a mâinele, la un moment dat fericirea È™i visul se destram? sfârÈ™itul fiind mereu acelaÈ™i:deplângem ceea ce am pierdut.

We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war.

Die Schwierigkeit mit dem Krieg ist, dass die Leute, die ihn wollen, nicht erwarten, in ihm zu sterben. Und die Schwierigkeit mit unserer Erinnerung ist, dass sie vergisst und verändert und verfälscht, um zu überleben. Sie macht den Tod zu einem Abenteuer, wenn der Tod dich verfehlt. Aber der Tod ist kein Abenteuer: Töten ist der Sinn des Krieges, - nicht Überleben.

Üçümüz de ayn? ÅŸeyi düÅŸünüyoruz: Franz Kemmerich buradan saÄŸ ç?ksa bile tek bacakl? kalaca??na göre bu çizmeler ne iÅŸe yarar?