The 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… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share
“You are well off, you are alone, Hasse had said. All very well—the man who is alone cannot be forsaken. But sometimes,… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
“Then suddenly comes a lull in the tumult. Ludwig Breyer has stepped out to the front. There is silence. “Mr. Principal,” says… — 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
