Quote

Everyone saves someone at least once. Just as he kills someone at least once. Even though he may not know it.

Erich Maria Remarque

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

Erich Maria Remarque
Age: 72 †
Born: 1898
Born: June 22
Died: 1970
Died: September 25
Novelist
Playwright
Screenwriter
Writer
Vienna
Austria
Erich Paul Remark
Erich Maria Remark
Kills
Least
Though
Everyone
Someone
May
Even
Saves

More quotes by Erich Maria Remarque

Image
Come let me kiss you. Life was never so precious as today— when it meant so little.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
Bombardment, barrage, curtain-fire, mines, gas, tanks, machine-guns, hand-grenades - words, words, but they hold the horror of the world.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
But probably that's the way of the world - when we have finally learned something we're too old to apply it - and so it goes, wave after wave, generation after generation. No one learns anything at all from anyone else.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
The idea of authority, which they represented, was associated in our minds with a greater insight and a more humane wisdom.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
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.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
A hospital alone shows what war is.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
I wandered through the streets thinking of all the things I might have said and might have done had I been other than I was.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
Nothing is the mirror in which you see the world.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
... but that's what mankind is like: they only prize what they no longer possess.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
I, too, am going to go away soon,' she says, 'I am weary and weary of my weariness. Everything is beginning to be a little empty and full of leave-taking and melancholy and waiting.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
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
Image
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
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
Trenches, hospitals, the common grave--there are no other possibilities.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
-Why does a man live? -In order to think about it.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
The crowd, still shouting, gives way before us. We plough our way through. Women hold their aprons over their faces and go stumbling away. A roar of fury goes up. A wounded man is being carried off.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
The war has ruined us for everything.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out…we creep in upon ourselves and with big eyes stare into the night…and thus we wait for morning.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
It is just as much a matter of chance that I am still alive as that I might have been hit. In a bomb-proof dug-out I may be smashed to atoms and in the open may survive ten hour's bombardment unscratched. No soldier outlives a thousand chances. But every soldier believes in Chance and trusts his luck.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
... clothes sometimes gave one more of a lift than any philosophic comforting.
Erich Maria Remarque
Image
The coffin, it shall protect me, though Death himself lies in it
Erich Maria Remarque