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. 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.”, “Kropp on the other hand is a thinker. I am afraid they might then become gigantic and I be no longer able to master them. Forgive me, comrade. Whoever survives the country wins.

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.”, “We have so much to say, and we shall never say it.”, “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.”, “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. Unforgettable Quotes From 'All Quiet on the Western Front'. Това, което знаем за живота се свежда до смъртта.”, “All that meets me, all that floods over me are but feelings—greed of life, love of home, yearning for the blood, intoxication of deliverance.”, “Вече съм го забелязал: ужасът е поносим, докато се свиваш и не го гледаш в очите - почнеш ли да размишляваш върху него, убива.”, “Но всяко негово вдишване оголва сърцето ми. Quotes By Erich Maria Remarque. Welcome back. We don’t want to take the world by storm. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear.”, “A line, a short line, stumbles off into the morning. We are refugees. 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.”, “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've lost any desire to conquer the world.

Refresh and try again. From our lives. He proposes that a declaration of war should be a kind of popular festival with entrance-tickets and bands, like a bull fight. And this is only one hospital, a single station; there are hundreds of thousands in Germany, hundreds of thousands in France, hundreds of thousands in Russia.

Several parts of the book are autobiographical. Election Day is November 3rd!

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. Get a better sense of the groundbreaking novel with the following selections.

That would be much simpler and more than just this arrangement, where the wrong people do the fighting”. Ние сме обгорени от фактите, преценяваме различията като търговци и потребностите като касапи.