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;… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
How senseless is everything that can ever be written, done, or thought, when such things are possible. It must be all lies and of no account when the culture of a thousand years could not prevent this stream of blood… — 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… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
“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… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
“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.… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
“Shortly after the war Valentin had come into a little money, and had been drinking it ever since. He considered it his duty to… — Erich Maria Remarque Copy Share Image
“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
