Erich Maria Remarque
Erich Maria Remarque
Erich Maria Remarque, born Erich Paul Remark, was a German novelist who created many works about the terror of war. His best known novel All Quiet on the Western Front, about German soldiers in the First World War, was made into an Oscar-winning movie. His book made him an enemy of the Nazis, who burned many of his works...
NationalityGerman
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth22 June 1898
CountryGermany
waiting terrible
It's only terrible to have nothing to wait for.
mankind prize
... but that's what mankind is like: they only prize what they no longer possess.
settling
Anything you can settle with money is cheap.
mirrors giving behinds
Mirrors are there when we are and yet they never give anything back to us but our own image. Never, never shall we know what they are when they are alone or what is behind them.
morning wall eye
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 for morning.
veterans-day believe soldier
No soldier outlives a thousand chances. But every soldier believes in Chance and trusts his luck.
feelings want might
We want to live at any price; so we cannot burden ourselves with feelings which, though they might be ornamental enough in peace-time, would be out of place here.
shame rage knows
My rage outweighs my shame, as always happens when one is really ashamed and knows he ought to be.
clothes comforting sometimes
... clothes sometimes gave one more of a lift than any philosophic comforting.
skins someone-you-love comfort
What comfort there is in the skin of someone you love!
mirrors world
Nothing is the mirror in which you see the world.
missing may fool
You may turn into an archangel, a fool, or a criminal—no one will see it. But when a button is missing—everyone sees that.
morning drinking night
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.
lonely loneliness moon
There was only the broad square with the scattered dim moons of the street lamps and with the monumental stone arch which receded into the mist as though it would prop up the melancholy sky and protect beneath itself the faint lonely flame on the tomb of the Unknown Soldier, which looked like the last grave of mankind in the midst of night and loneliness.