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.
Erich Maria RemarqueKat and Kropp get in an argument over the war as they rest from an hourโs worth of drill (occasioned by Tjadenโs not saluting a major properly). Kat believes the war would be over if leaders gave all the participants โthe same grub and the same pay,โ 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 โwrongโ people currently do the fighting.
Erich Maria RemarqueThe 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.
Erich Maria RemarqueOur 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.
Erich Maria RemarqueTo forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.
Erich Maria RemarqueI 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.
Erich Maria Remarque