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I felt the first soft glow of intoxication that makes the blood warmer and spreads an illusion of adventure over uncertainty.
Someone said to me once that a cigarette at the right moment is better than all the ideals in the world.
The train goes slowly. From time to time it stops, so that the dead can be taken off. It stops a lot.
To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.
That would be much simpler and more just than this arrangement, where the wrong people do the fighting. The subject
I always thought everyone was against war until I found out there are those who are all for it, especially those who do not have to go there.
The best way to lose a woman was to show her a kind of life that one could offer her for only a few days.
It is too dangerous for me to put these things into words. I am afraid they might then become gigantic and I be no longer able to master them.
A neat little apartment with a neat little bourgeois life. A neat little security on the edge of the abyss. Do you really see that?
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!
Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are!
I soon found out this much:
terror can be endured so long as a man simply ducks;
but it kills, if a man thinks about it.
terror can be endured so long as a man simply ducks;
but it kills, if a man thinks about it.
Our damnable memory is a sieve. It wants to survive. And survival is only possible through forgetfulness.
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.
Bombardment, barrage, curtain-fire, mines, gas, tanks, machine-guns, hand-grenades - words, words, but they hold the horror of the world.
I merely crawl still farther under the coffin, it shall protect me, though Death himself lies in it. Before
Nothing helps," she said, and smiled with an effort. "You forget it for a while - but you don't escape it.
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.
Then when I am sad and understand nothing anymore, I say to myself that it's better to die while you still want to live, than to die and want to die.
Iron Youth! Youth! We are none of us more than twenty years old. But young? Youth? That is long ago. We are old folk.
So I thought. Are you happy?"
"What's that?"
"Don't you know yet? But who really knows what it is? Dancing on the head of a pin, maybe.
"What's that?"
"Don't you know yet? But who really knows what it is? Dancing on the head of a pin, maybe.
In himself man is essentially a beast, only he butters it over like a slice of bread with a little decorum.
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.
I cannot bear to look at his hands, they are like wax. Under the nails is the dirt of the trenches, it shows through blue-black like poison.
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.
We are not, indeed, in the front-line, but only in the reserves, yet in every face can be read: This is the front, now we are within its embrace.
I've not much interest in the important things of life. Only in the beautiful things. Just this lilac here makes me happy.
Well, she can go to hell with her whispering and her words. You believe in a miracle, but really it just comes down to loaves of bread.
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
- All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 3
He begins to notice that he has been turned out of the silent company of the trees, the animals, the stars, and the unconscious life.
We have yielded no more than a few hundred yards of it as a prize to the enemy. But on every yard there lies a dead man.
Do you know how one knows a cavalier when one sees him? He always behaves decently when he is drunk.
My healthy blood was powerless to cure the sick blood of my beloved. That was beyond understanding. And so is death.
Modesty and conscientiousness receive their reward only in novels. In life they are exploited and then shoved aside.
We march up, moody or good-tempered soldiers - we reach the zone where the front begins and become on the instant human animals.
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.
What was the use trying to make safe and sure our little life? Sooner or later the great wave must come and sweep all away.
Anyway the war is over so far as they are concerned. But to wait for dysentery is not much of a life either.
Never do anything complicated when something simple will serve as well. It's one of the most important secrets of living.