Erich Maria Remarque Quotes:

It's only terrible to have nothing to wait for.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “Three Comrades: A Novel”, p.258, Random House

Topics: Waiting, Terrible

Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum.

Topics: Museums, Perfect

No soldier outlives a thousand chances. But every soldier believes in Chance and trusts his luck.

Topics: Veterans Day, Believe, Soldier

Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (1937). “Three Comrades”

Topics: Brother, Dying, Disease

Everyone saves someone at least once. Just as he kills someone at least once. Even though he may not know it.

Topics: May

The things men did or felt they had to do.

Topics: Men

With blinded eyes I stared at the sky, this grey, endless sky of a crazy god, who had made life and death for his amusement.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (1937). “Three Comrades”

Topics: Crazy, Eye, Sky

we have so much to say, and we shall never say it.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2000). “All quiet on the western front and related readings”

For a moment I had a strange intuition that just this, and in a real, profound sense, is life; and perhaps happiness even - love with a mixture of sadness, reverence, and silent knowledge.

Topics: Real, Sadness, Profound

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 the war.

Topics: War, Book, Adventure

Strange how complicated we can make things just to avoid showing what we feel!

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2014). “The Night in Lisbon: A Novel”, p.69, Random House

Topics: Strange, Complicated, Feels

I had the feeling of slipping down a smooth bottomless pit. It had nothing to do with Breuer and the people. It had nothing to do with Pat even. It was the melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them; that love begins with a human being but does not end in him; and that everything can be there: a human being, love, happiness, life — and that yet in some terrible way it is always too little, and grows ever less the more it seems.

Topics: Reality, People, Feelings

We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out…we creep in upon ourselves and with big eyes stare into the night…and thus we wait for morning.

Topics: Morning, Wall, Eye, Big Eyes

To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “Three Comrades: A Novel”, p.170, Random House

Topics: Memories, Secret, Littles, Eternal Youth

We have our dreams because without them we could not bear the truth.

Topics: Dream, Bears

The wisest were just the poor and simple people. They knew the war to be a misfortune, whereas those who were better off, and should have been able to see more clearly what the consequences would be, were beside themselves with joy.

Topics: War, Simple, People

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.

Topics: War, Lying, Blood, Hospitals

Am I jealous? he thought, astonished. Jealous of the chance object to which she has attached herself? Jealous of something that does not concern me? One can be jealous of a love that has turned away, but not of that to which it has turned.

Topics: Jealous, Doe, Chance, Being Jealous

They are more to me than life, these voices, they are more than motherliness and more than fear; they are the strongest, most comforting thing there is anywhere: they are the voices of my comrades.

Topics: Voice, Comforting, Comrade

Nothing is the mirror in which you see the world.

Topics: Mirrors, World

But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony--Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy?

Topics: Mother, Men, Hands

I wandered through the streets thinking of all the things I might have said and might have done had I been other than I was.

Topics: Thinking, Done, Might

It was a melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them.

Topics: Reality, Secret, Desire

Heaven Has No Favorites

Topics: Heaven

Never do anything complicated when something simple will serve as well. It's one of the most important secrets of living.

Topics: Simple, Secret, Important

Anything you can settle with money is cheap.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2014). “Arch of Triumph: A Novel”, p.92, Random House

Topics: Settling

Modesty and conscientiousness receive their reward only in novels. In life they are exploited and then shoved aside.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “Three Comrades: A Novel”, p.23, Random House

Topics: Rewards, Modesty, Novel, Conscientiousness

Someone said to me once that a cigarette at the right moment is better than all the ideals in the world.

Topics: World, Moments, Cigarette

Good or ill, life is life; you only realize that when you have to risk it.

Topics: Risk, Realizing, Life Is

Keep things at arm's length... If you let anything come too near you want to hold on to it. And there is nothing a man can hold on to.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (1937). “Three Comrades”

Topics: Men, Arms, Want

No matter how improbable an assertion is, if it is made with enough assurance it has an affect.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “The Black Obelisk: A Novel”, p.197, Random House

Topics: Matter, Enough, Made, Assertion, Improbable

Mirrors are there when we are and yet they never give anything back to us but our own image. Never, never shall we know what they are when they are alone or what is behind them.

Topics: Mirrors, Giving, Behinds

We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.92, Random House

Topics: Children, Believe, Men, Sorrowful, Forlorn

We were all at once terribly alone; and alone we must see it through.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.12, Random House

Sometimes I used to think that one day i should wake up, and all that had been would be over. forgotten, sunk, drowned. Nothing was sure - not even memory.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (1937). “Three Comrades”

Topics: Memories, Thinking, One Day

But probably that's the way of the world - when we have finally learned something we're too old to apply it - and so it goes, wave after wave, generation after generation. No one learns anything at all from anyone else.

Topics: Generations, World, Way

I did not want to think so much about her. I wanted to take her as an unexpected, delightful gift, that had come and would go again — nothing more. I meant not to give room to the thought that it could ever be more. I knew too well that all love has the desire for eternity and that therein lies its eternal torment. Nothing lasts. Nothing.

Topics: Lying, Thinking, Giving

You may turn into an archangel, a fool, or a criminal—no one will see it. But when a button is missing—everyone sees that.

Topics: Missing, Buttons, Criminals, Archangel

Come let me kiss you. Life was never so precious as today— when it meant so little.

Topics: Kissing, Littles, Today

I want to think and at the same time that's the last thing in the world I want to do.

Topics: Thinking, World, Want

What comfort there is in the skin of someone you love!

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2014). “The Night in Lisbon: A Novel”, p.67, Random House

Topics: Skins, Comfort, Someone You Love

The music enchanted the air. It was like the south wind, like a warm night, like swelling sails beneath the stars, completely and utterly unreal... It made everything spacious and colourful, the dark stream of life seemed pulsing in it; there were no burdens any more, no limits; there existed only glory and melody and love, so that one simply could not realize that, at the same time as this music was, outside there ruled poverty and torment and despair.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (1937). “Three Comrades”

Topics: Stars, Dark, Night, Warm, Colourful

Courage is the fairest adornment of youth.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “Flotsam: A Novel”, p.77, Random House

Topics: Youth, Adornment

Every little bean must be heard as well as seen!

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.32, Random House

Topics: Littles, Beans, Heard

Our knowledge of life is limited to death

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.194, Random House

Topics: Life Is

I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.194, Random House

Topics: Years, Silence, Sorrow, Superficiality

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.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.67, Random House

Topics: Love Life, Storm, Fleeing, Eighteen

We want to live at any price; so we cannot burden ourselves with feelings which, though they might be ornamental enough in peace-time, would be out of place here.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.104, Random House

Topics: Feelings, Would Be, Want

... but that's what mankind is like: they only prize what they no longer possess.

Topics: Mankind, Prize

Sweet dreams though the guns are booming.

Topics: Dream, Sweet, Gun, Sweet Dreams

I am often on guard over the Russians. In the darkness one sees their forms move like stick storks, like great birds. They come close up to the wire fence and lean their faces against it. Their fingers hook round the mesh.

Topics: Moving, Eyebrows, Bird, Storks, Mesh

-Why does a man live? -In order to think about it.

Topics: Men, Thinking, Order

Give 'em all the same grub and all the same pay/And the war would be over and done in a day." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 3

Topics: War, Giving, Would Be, War Movie, Birdsong

A man can gasp out his life beside you-and you feel none of it. Pity, Sympathy, sure-but you don't feel the pain. Your belly is whole and that's what counts. A half-yard away someone's world is snuffled out in roaring agony-and you feel nothing. That's the misery of the world.

Topics: Pain, Men, Agony

My rage outweighs my shame, as always happens when one is really ashamed and knows he ought to be.

Topics: Shame, Rage, Ought

The war has ruined us for everything.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.67, Random House

Topics: War, Ruined

The coffin, it shall protect me, though Death himself lies in it

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.52, Random House

Topics: Lying, Coffins, Protect

In any case, the bayonet isn't as important as it used to be. It's more usual now to go into the attack with hand-grenades and your entrenching tool. The sharpened spade is a lighter and more versatile weapon - not only can you get a man under the chin, but more to the point, you can strike a blow with a lot more force behind it. That's especially true if you can bring it down diagonally between the neck and the shoulder, because then you can split down as far as the chest. When you put a bayonet in, it can stick, and you have to give the other man a hefty kick in the guts to get it out.

Topics: War, Blow, Men, Grenade, Great War

We march up, moody or good-tempered soldiers - we reach the zone where the front begins and become on the instant human animals.

source: - Harold Bloom, Erich Maria Remarque (2008). “Erich Maria Remarque's All Quiet on the Western Front”, p.89, Infobase Publishing

Topics: Animal, Soldier, March

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. Turning him over one saw that he could not have suffered long; his face had an expression of calm, as though almost glad the end had come.

source: - All Quiet on the Western Front ch. 12 (1929) (translation by A. W. Wheen) See Beers 1

Topics: Sleep, Army, Expression, Reports, Confined

You take it from me, we are losing the war because we can salute too well.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.32, Random House

Topics: War, Losing, Salute

Our thoughts are clay, they are moulded with the changes of the days;--when we are resting they are good; under fire, they are dead. Fields of craters within and without.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (1997). “All Quiet on the Western Front”

Topics: Fire, Clay, Fields, Craters

Suddenly I become filled with a consuming impatience to be gone.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.115, Random House

Topics: Gone, Impatience, Filled

Do I walk? Have I feet still? I raise my eyes, I let them move round, and turn myself with them, one circle, one circle, and I stand in the midst. All is as usual. Only the Militiaman Stanislaus Katczinsky has died. Then I know nothing more.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (1997). “All Quiet on the Western Front”

Topics: Moving, Eye, Circles

Trenches, hospitals, the common grave--there are no other possibilities.

source: - Harold Bloom, Erich Maria Remarque (2008). “Erich Maria Remarque's All Quiet on the Western Front”, p.49, Infobase Publishing

Topics: Common, Possibility, Graves, Hospitals

The idea of authority, which they represented, was associated in our minds with a greater insight and a more humane wisdom.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.11, Random House

Topics: Ideas, Mind, Quiet

I want that quiet rapture again. I want to feel the same powerful, nameless urge that I used to feel when I turned to my books. The breath of desire that then arose from the coloured backs of the books, shall fill me again, melt the heavy, dead lump of lead that lies somewhere in me and waken again the impatience of the future, the quick joy in the world of thought, it shall bring back again the lost eagerness of my youth. I sit and wait.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.127, Random House

Topics: Powerful, Lying, Book

I felt the first soft glow of intoxication that makes the blood warmer and spreads an illusion of adventure over uncertainty.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (1937). “Three Comrades”

Topics: Adventure, Blood, Firsts

I, too, am going to go away soon,' she says, 'I am weary and weary of my weariness. Everything is beginning to be a little empty and full of leave-taking and melancholy and waiting.

Topics: Waiting, Going Away, Littles, Weariness

The miracle has passed me by; it has touched but not changed me; I still have the same name and I know I will probably bear it until the end of my days; I am no phoenix; resurrection is not for me; I have tried to fly but I am tumbling like a dazzled, awkward rooster back to earth, back behind the barbed wires.

Topics: Names, Phoenix, Miracle, Barbed Wire

Katczinsky says it is all to do with education - it softens the brain.

Topics: Brain

Little by little things began to assume a new aspect. The sense of insecurity vanished, words came of themselves, I was no longer so painfully conscious of everything I said. I drank on and felt the great soft wave approach and embrace me; the dark hour began to fill with pictures and stealthily the noiseless procession of dreams appeared again superimposed on the dreary, grey landscape of existence.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (1937). “Three Comrades”

Topics: Dream, Dark, Insecurity, Dark Hours

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.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.65, Random House

Topics: Rain, School, Fire

... clothes sometimes gave one more of a lift than any philosophic comforting.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2014). “Heaven Has No Favorites: A Novel”, p.59, Random House

Topics: Clothes, Comforting, Sometimes, Philosophic

It's all rot that they put in the war-news about the good humour of the troops, how they are arranging dances almost before they are out of the front-line. We don't act like that because we are in a good humour: we are in a good humour because otherwise we should go to pieces.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2000). “All quiet on the western front and related readings”

Topics: War, Troops, News, Good Humour, Arranging

Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear. The life that has borne me through these years is still in my hands and my eyes. Whether I have subdued it, I know not. But so long as it is there it will seek its own way out, heedless of the will that is within me." -All Quiet On The Western Front, Chapter 12

source: - Title of translation of his novel Im Westen nichts Neues (Nothing New in the West, 1929). Cf. the title of a poem by Ethel L. Beers: All Quiet along the Potomac (1861)

Topics: Eye, Hands, Years

That is the remarkable thing about drinking: it brings people together so quickly, but between night and morning it sets an interval again of years.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (1937). “Three Comrades”

Topics: Morning, Drinking, Night

I am no longer a shuddering speck of existence, alone in the darkness;--I belong to them and they to me; we all share the same fear and the same life...I could bury my face in them, in these voices, these words that have saved me and will stand by me.

Topics: Voice, Darkness, Stand By Me, Shuddering

And even if these scenes from our youth were given back to us we would hardly know what to do. The tender, secret influence that passed from them into us could not rise again. We might be amongst them and move in them; we might remember and love them and be stirred by the sight of them. But it would be like gazing at the photograph of a dead comrade; those are his features, it is his face, and the days we spent together take on a mournful life in the memory; but the man himself it is not.

Topics: Memories, Moving, Men

We lie under the network of arching shells and live in a suspense of uncertainty. If a shot comes, we can duck, that is all; we neither know nor can determine where it will fall." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 6

source: - Title of translation of his novel Im Westen nichts Neues (Nothing New in the West, 1929). Cf. the title of a poem by Ethel L. Beers: All Quiet along the Potomac (1861)

Topics: Lying, Fall, Ducks

One often feels as though something had happened before, I remember. It comes quite close to you and stands there and you know it was just this way once before, exactly so; for an instant you almost know how it must go on, but then it disappears as you try to lay hold of it like smoke or a dead memory. "We could never remember, Isabelle," I say. "It's like the rain. That has also become one, out of two gasses, oxygen and hydrogen, which no longer remember they were once gasses. Now they are only rain and have no memory of an earlier time.

Topics: Memories, Rain, Oxygen, No Memory

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 hour's bombardment unscratched. No soldier outlives a thousand chances. But every soldier believes in Chance and trusts his luck.

source: - "All Quiet on the Western Front". Book by Erich Maria Remarque (ch.6), 1929.

Topics: Believe, Soldier, Luck

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

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.194, Random House

Topics: Years, Calling, Firsts, Killing It, Calling In Life

The days, the weeks, the years out here shall come back again, and our dead comrades shall then stand up again and march with us, our heads shall be clear, we shall have a purpose, and so we shall march, our dead comrades beside us, the years at the Front behind us:—against whom, against whom?

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.105, Random House

Topics: Years, Purpose, March

Kat and Kropp get in an argument over the war as they rest from an hour’s worth of drill (occasioned by Tjaden’s not saluting a major properly). Kat believes the war would be over if leaders gave all the participants “the same grub and the same pay,” as he says in a rhyme. Kropp believes the leaders of each country should fight each other in an arena to settle the war; the “wrong” people currently do the fighting.

Topics: Country, War, Believe

Bombardment, barrage, curtain-fire, mines, gas, tanks, machine-guns, hand-grenades - words, words, but they hold the horror of the world.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.99, Random House

Topics: Gun, Fire, Hands, Machine Guns

We came to realise - first with astonishment, then bitterness, and finally with indifference - that intellect apparently wasn't the most important thing...not ideas, but the system; not freedom, but drill. We had joined up with enthusiasm and with good will; but they did everything to knock that out of us.

Topics: Ideas, Important, Astonishment, Drills

For us lads of eighteen they ought to have been mediators and guides to the world of maturity, the world of work, of duty, of culture, of progress -- to the future.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.11, Random House

Topics: Maturity, Progress, Culture, Mediators, Eighteen

There was only the broad square with the scattered dim moons of the street lamps and with the monumental stone arch which receded into the mist as though it would prop up the melancholy sky and protect beneath itself the faint lonely flame on the tomb of the Unknown Soldier, which looked like the last grave of mankind in the midst of night and loneliness.

Topics: Lonely, Loneliness, Moon

The crowd, still shouting, gives way before us. We plough our way through. Women hold their aprons over their faces and go stumbling away. A roar of fury goes up. A wounded man is being carried off.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “The Road Back: A Novel”, p.249, Random House

Topics: Men, Giving, Ploughing, Aprons, Stumbling

Yes, that's the way they think, these hundred thousand Kantoreks! Iron Youth! Youth! We are none of us more than twenty years old. But young? That is long ago. We are old folk.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.16, Random House

Topics: Thinking, Long Ago, Years

(Ravic speaking of a butterfly caught in the Louvre) In the morning it would search for flowers and life and the light honey of blossoms and would not find them and later it would fall asleep on millennial marble, weakened by then, until the grip of the delicate, tenacious feet loosened and it fell, a thin leaf of premature autumn.

Topics: Morning, Flower, Fall, Louvre

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

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.43, Random House

Topics: Water, Vortex, Mysterious, Whirlpools, Still Waters

On the steps is a machine-gun ready for action. The square is empty; only the streets that lead into it are jammed with people. It would be madness to go farther - the machine-gun is covering the square.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “The Road Back: A Novel”, p.249, Random House

Topics: Gun, Squares, People, Machine Guns

The room shall speak, it must catch me up and hold me, I want to feel that I belong here, I want to hearken and know when I go back to the front line that the war will sink down, be drowned utterly in the great home-coming tide, know that it will then be past for ever, and not gnaw us continually, that it will have none but an outward power over us...Nothing stirs; listless and wretched, like a condemned man, I sit there and the past withdraws itself. And at the same time I fear to importune it too much, because I do not know what might happen then. I am a soldier, I must cling to that.

Topics: War, Home, Past, Catch Me

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 hard to come by." - All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 2

Topics: Real, Important, Boots

The storm lashes us, out of the confusion of grey and yellow the hail of splinters whips forth the childlike cries of the wounded, and in the night shattered life groans painfully into silence. Our hands are earth, our bodies clay and our eyes pools of rain. We do not know whether we are still alive.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.209, Random House

Topics: War, Rain, Eye, Lashes

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 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.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.57, Random House

Topics: Rain, Fall, Heart, Lorry

Kropp on the other hand is a thinker. He proposes that a declaration of war should be a kind of popular festival with entrance-tickets and bands, like a bull fight. Then in the arena the ministers and generals of the two countries, dressed in bathing-drawers and armed with clubs, can have it out on themselves. Whoever survives the country wins. That would be much simpler and more than just this arrangement, where the wrong people do the fighting

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.32, Random House

Topics: Country, War, Fighting, Declaration Of War, Bathing

To no man does the earth mean so much as to the soldier. When he presses himself down upon her long and powerfully, when he buries his face and his limbs deep in her from the fear of death by shell-fire, then she is his only friend, his brother, his mother; he stifles his terror and his cries in her silence and her security; she shelters him and releases him for ten seconds to live, to run, ten seconds of life; receives him again and again and often forever.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2013). “All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel”, p.43, Random House

Topics: Mother, Running, Brother

We're no longer young men. We've lost any desire to conquer the world. We are refugees. We are fleeing from ourselves. From our lives. We were eighteen years old, and we had just begun to love the world and to love being in it; but we had to shoot at it. The first shell to land went straight for our hearts. We've been cut off from real action, from getting on, from progress. We don't believe in those things any more; we believe in the war.

Topics: Real, War, Believe, Eighteen Years Old

The soldier is on friendlier terms than other men with his stomach and intestines. Three-quarters of his vocabulary is derived from these regions, and they give an intimate flavour to expressions of his greatest joy as well as of his deepest indignation. It is impossible to express oneself in any other way so clearly and pithily. Our families and our teachers will be shocked when we go home, but here it is the universal language.

source: - Erich Maria Remarque (2000). “All quiet on the western front and related readings”

Topics: Teacher, Home, Men, Indignation, Intestines