Erich Maria Remarque

Anyway, there were thousands of Kantoreks, all of them convinced that they were acting for the best, in a way that was the most comfortable for themselves.But as far as we are concerned, that is the very root of their moral bankruptcy.

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.

My healthy blood was powerless to cure the sick blood of my beloved. That was beyond understanding. And so is death.

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

Sweet words. Gentle deceptive balm. Help, love, to belong together, to come back again_ words, sweet words. Nothing but words. How many words existed for this simple, wild, cruel attraction of two bodies! What a rainbow of imagination, lies, sentiment, and self-deception enclosed it!

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

One always expects something else.

We will make ourselves comfortable and sleep, and eat as much as we can stuff into our bellies, and drink and smoke so that hours are not wasted. Life is short.

_оже_ б___, _ _ме__и _ов_ем д__гое им_. __ вед_ видим ее в_егда _ол_ко _ одной __о_он_. _оже_ б___, _ме___ - __о _ове__енна_ л_бов_ межд_ нами и _огом.

Our knowledge of life is limited to death

The story of the herd of seals. Hundreds of them on a beach; among them the hunter killing one after the other with a club. Together they could easily have crushed him_ but they lay there, watching him come to murder, and did not move; he was only killing a neighbor_ one neighbor after the other. The story of the European seals. The sunset of civilization. Tired shapeless Götterdämmerung. The empty banners of human rights. The sell-out of a continent. The onrushing deluge. The haggling for the last prices. The old dance of despair on the volcano. Peoples again slowly being driven into a slaughterhouse. The fleas would save themselves when the sheep were being sacrificed. As always.

Actually, what does man live for?___o think about it. Any other question?_ __es. Why does he die just when he has done that and has become a bit more sensible?_ __ome people die without having become more sensible.___on__ evade my question. And don__ start talking about the transmigration of souls._ ____l ask you something else first. Lions kill antelopes; spiders flies; foxes chickens; which is the only race in the world that wars on itself uninterruptedly, fighting and killing one another?_ __hose are questions for children. The crown of creation, of course, the human being_ who invented the words love, kindness, and mercy._ __ood. And who is the only being in Nature that is capable of committing suicide and does it?_ __gain the human being_ who invented eternity, God, and resurrection.___xcellent,_ Ravic said. __ou see of how many contradictions we consist. And you want to know why we die?

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.

A miracle is never perfect when it happens, there are always little disappointments. But once it__ gone for good and nothing can change it, memory could make it perfect and then it would never change. If I can just call it to life now, won__ it always stay the same? Won__ it stay with me as long as I live?

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

...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.

There is no guilt in feelings ever.

Petnaest sre_nih godina su kratke - odgovorih. Petnaest nesre_nih godina su duge i pružaju _oveku mnogo iskustva.