Ала кажете ми, щом като един човешки живот не е ценен, кое е ценното тогава?
- Нищо - отговорих аз и знаех, че беше истина и все пак не беше. - Само ние го правим ценен.
Тя седеше пред мен - изящна амазонка, гола с чаша вино в ръка, предизвикателна, неотстъпваща, хитра и смела - и аз разбрах, че по-рано изобщо не съм я познавал.
Erich Maria RemarqueОбичам те много - казах аз. - Обичам теб и този миг, и лятото, което ще отмине, и този пейзаж, и раздялата, и за първи път през живота си самия мен, защото целият съм твое огледало, отразявам те и така двойно те притежавам.
Erich Maria RemarqueThis habit of getting used to things is the reason that we seem to forget so quickly. The day before yesterday we were still under fire, today we are fooling about, seeing what we can scrounge around here, tomorrow we’ll be back in the trenches. In fact we don’t really forget anything. All the time we are out here the days at the front sink into us like stones the moment they are over, because they are too much for us to think about right away. If we even tried, they would kill us. Because one thing has become clear to me: you can cope with all the horror as long as you simply duck thinking about it – but it will kill you if you try to come to terms with it.
Erich Maria RemarqueThe room shall speak, it must catch me up and hold me, I want to feel that I belong here, I want to hearken and know when I go back to the front line that the war will sink down, be drowned utterly in the great home-coming tide, know that it will then be past for ever, and not gnaw us continually, that it will have none but an outward power over us…Nothing stirs; listless and wretched, like a condemned man, I sit there and the past withdraws itself. And at the same time I fear to importune it too much, because I do not know what might happen then. I am a soldier, I must cling to that.
Erich Maria RemarqueWhen I see them here, in their rooms, in their offices, about their occupations, I feel an irresistible attraction in it, I would like to be here too and forget the war; but it repels me, it is so narrow, how can that fill a man’s life, he ought to smash it to bits; how can they do it, while out at the front the splinters are whining over the shell-holes and the star-shells go up, the wounded are carried back on waterproof sheets and comrades crouch in the trenches. – They are different men here, men I cannot properly understand, whom I envy and despise.
Erich Maria RemarqueWe have so much to say, and we shall never say it.
Erich Maria RemarqueWhat is leave? – a pause that only makes everything after it so much worse.
Erich Maria RemarqueState and home country, there’s a difference
Erich Maria Remarque…The silence spreads. I talk and must talk. So I speak to him and say to him: "Comrade, I did not want to kill you. If you jumped in here again, I would not do it, if you would be sensible too. But you are only an idea to me before, an abstraction that lived in my mind and called forth it appropriate response. It was that abstraction I stabbed. 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 just 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? If we threw away these rifles and this uniform you could be my brother just like Kat and Albert. Take twenty years of my life, comrade, and stand up — take more, for I do not know what I can even attempt to do with it now.
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