“ I say, what do we live for ? ”
“ I don’t know… . ”
“ But you yourself, why do you live ? ”
“I’ve simply grown tired… . I’m tired.
Yes, that’s true… . A human being can grow so weary that he will go on and on and even forget to rest, till he falls down, never to rise again.”
"We’re all such strangers to one another !.. We don’t even know how to caress and comfort each other ! Every one is lonely, each is unhappy in his own way and cannot share his woe with others."
"His soul held neither hope nor rebellion nor despair… He had been accustomed to his shrinking loneliness for so long that it even afforded him a painful pleasure. It embittered him to be forced to think and always to think, even though his thoughts seemed so dull and superfluous, and he could not cease from remembering everything, though the memories were full of sorrow."
"There are no sorrows, everything is useless. It is futile to begin a new day, to dress, to eat and drink, to speak, to think. Not that he became repulsive from all this … no, it is merely that it is so pointless."
"She’s only unhappy. When people in her position, tired out and harassed, are still normal and calculating, they are either ruined characters or fools."
“ Well, any one can do that; he fired a bullet into his mouth, and now you say he was right. Well, that’s an easy way out. A man must fight and keep up his courage, go forward.”
“ Easy ? ” The elderly officer closed his eyes ironically. “ You try it “
"We’re all such strangers to one another !.. We don’t even know how to caress and comfort each other ! Every one is lonely, each is unhappy in his own way and cannot share his woe with others."
"And how many of those, who today were saved from death, would die tomorrow, only to endure the throes and terrors of death once too often."