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“But now, for the first time, I see you are a man like me. I thought of your hand-grenades, of your bayonet, of your rifle; now I see your wife and your face and our fellowship. Forgive me, comrade. We always see it too late. Why do they never tell us that you are poor devils like us, that your mothers are just as anxious as ours, and that we have the same fear of death, and the same dying and the same agony--Forgive me, comrade; how could you be my enemy?”
― All Quiet on the Western Front
― All Quiet on the Western Front
“- Смятате, че не си подхождаме? Правилно. Ала хората, които са родени един за друг, по-лесно могат да се разделят. Също като тенджерата и похлупака, направени по мярка - те се отделят без трудност. Но ако капакът не отговаря на тенджерата и трябва да се набие с чук в нея, то при опит да ги отделиш - много лесно нещо може да се счупи.”
― Shadows in Paradise
― Shadows in Paradise
“A man cannot realize that above such shattered bodies there are still human faces in which life goes its daily round. And this is only one hospital, a single station; there are hundreds of thousands in Germany, hundreds of thousands in France, hundreds of thousands in Russia. 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 being poured out, these torture chambers in their hundreds of thousands. A hospital alone shows what war is.”
― All Quiet on the Western Front
― All Quiet on the Western Front
“We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts. We are cut off from activity, from striving, from progress. We believe in such things no longer, we believe in the war."
- All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 5”
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- All Quiet On The Western Front, Ch. 5”
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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.”
― Three Comrades
― Three Comrades
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