“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. Then the muffled roar of the battle becomes a ring that encircles us, we creep… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
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… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
There was only the broad square with the scattered dim moons of the street lamps and with the monumental stone arch which receded into… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
“The idea of authority, which they represented, was associated in our minds with a greater insight and a more humane wisdom. But the first death we saw shattered this belief. We had to recognize that our generation was more to be trusted than theirs. They surpassed us only in phrases and in cleverness. The first bombardment showed us our mistake,… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share
“It was a long time since I had been in a theatre. And I would not have come now had Pat not wanted it.… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
“Besides,” continued Gottfried, “you’re coming now to the time when the difference between a bourgeois and a cavalier begins to show. A bourgeois always gets less attentive the longer he knows a woman. A cavalier, always more attentive.” He made an extended gesture. “With all this you can become an absolutely staggering cavalier.” I laughed. “That is all fine, Gottfried,”… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share
“They are wearing new uniforms and greatcoats; their boots are water-tight and fit well; their rifles are good and their pouches full of ammunition. They are all fresh and unused. Compared to these fellows we are a perfect band of robbers. Our uniforms are bleached with the mud of years, with the rains of the Argonne, the chalk of Champagne,… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share
“Shortly after the war Valentin had come into a little money, and had been drinking it ever since. He considered it his duty to celebrate his good luck in having come out alive. It was nothing to him that that was now several years ago. One could never celebrate it enough, he used to explain. He was one of those… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share
“It is very queer that the unhappiness of the world is so often brought on by small men.” — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
I, too, am going to go away soon,' she says, 'I am weary and weary of my weariness. Everything is beginning to be a… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
You take it from me, we are losing the war because we can salute too well. — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
“It keeps them going, staves off the evil day when they will be alone. And to be alone, really alone, without illusion, that way… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
