Erich Maria Remarque

Our thoughts are clay, they are moulded with the changes of the days;--when we are resting they are good; under fire, they are dead. Fields of craters within and without. ↗

— Erich Maria Remarque

#change

It's only terrible to have nothing to wait for. ↗

— Erich Maria Remarque

#novel

Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum. ↗

— Erich Maria Remarque

#life

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

#death

We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost. ↗

— Erich Maria Remarque

#forlorn #lost #old #soldiers #sorrow

Sometimes I used to think that one day i should wake up, and all that had been would be over. forgotten, sunk, drowned. Nothing was sure - not even memory. ↗

— Erich Maria Remarque

#romance-novels

It was a melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them. ↗

— Erich Maria Remarque

#life

The things men did or felt they had to do. ↗

— Erich Maria Remarque

#men

Our knowledge of life is limited to death ↗

— Erich Maria Remarque

#life #the-great-war #ww #death

For a moment I had a strange intuition that just this, and in a real, profound sense, is life; and perhaps happiness even - love with a mixture of sadness, reverence, and silent knowledge. ↗

— Erich Maria Remarque

#life