Best Quotes by Erich Maria Remarque (Top 10)
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It's only terrible to have nothing to wait for.
Erich Maria Remarque
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I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another.
Erich Maria Remarque
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Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum.
Erich Maria Remarque
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I did not want to think so much about her. I wanted to take her as an unexpected, delightful gift, that had come and would go again â nothing more. I meant not to give room to the thought that it could ever be more. I knew too well that all love has the desire for eternity and that therein lies its eternal torment. Nothing lasts. Nothing.
Erich Maria Remarque
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We were all at once terribly alone; and alone we must see it through.
Erich Maria Remarque
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Strange how complicated we can make things just to avoid showing what we feel!
Erich Maria Remarque
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Keep things at arm's length... If you let anything come too near you want to hold on to it. And there is nothing a man can hold on to.
Erich Maria Remarque
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This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by the war.
Erich Maria Remarque
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Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.
Erich Maria Remarque
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we have so much to say, and we shall never say it.
Erich Maria Remarque
More Erich Maria Remarque Quotes
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Modesty and conscientiousness receive their reward only in novels. In life they are exploited and then shoved aside.
Erich Maria Remarque
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To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.
Erich Maria Remarque
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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 could not realize that, at the same time as this music was, outside there ruled poverty and torment and despair.
Erich Maria Remarque