“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.” MenWayGivingStillsFacesCrowdsWoundedFuryShoutingStumblingApronsPloughing Book:The Road Back: A Novel Source: The Road Back: A Novel
“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?” MenFirstsHandsFacesMotherPoorEnemyWifeDyingFrontsLateDevilFirst TimeForgivingLike MeToo LateYour FaceAnxiousAgonyFellowshipFear Of DeathComradeRiflesForgive MeGrenadeBayonets Author:Erich Maria Remarque
“This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by the war.” MenTryingMayBookWarFacesGenerationsFrontsAdventureDestroyedConfessionShellsFace To FaceAccusation Book:Erich Maria Remarque's All Quiet on the Western Front Source: Erich Maria Remarque's All Quiet on the Western Front
“I am no longer a shuddering speck of existence, alone in the darkness;--I belong to them and they to me; we all share the same fear and the same life...I could bury my face in them, in these voices, these words that have saved me and will stand by me.” FacesVoiceExistenceDarknessShareSavedSpecksShudderingStand By Me Author:Erich Maria Remarque
“And even if these scenes from our youth were given back to us we would hardly know what to do. The tender, secret influence that passed from them into us could not rise again. We might be amongst them and move in them; we might remember and love them and be stirred by the sight of them. But it would be like gazing at the photograph of a dead comrade; those are his features, it is his face, and the days we spent together take on a mournful life in the memory; but the man himself it is not.” IfsKnowsMenMightWould BeTogetherRememberFacesMovingGivenMemoriesSecretInfluenceYouthSceneAnd LoveSightPhotographFeaturesComradeGazing Author:Erich Maria Remarque
“To no man does the earth mean so much as to the soldier. When he presses himself down upon her long and powerfully, when he buries his face and his limbs deep in her from the fear of death by shell-fire, then she is his only friend, his brother, his mother; he stifles his terror and his cries in her silence and her security; she shelters him and releases him for ten seconds to live, to run, ten seconds of life; receives him again and again and often forever.” MenMeanLongDoeRunningEarthFacesMotherSilenceForeverFireSecurityCryBrotherTenPressesSoldierTerrorReleaseSecondsShelterAgain And AgainShellsLimbsFear Of Death Book:All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel Source: All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel
“He fell in October 1918, on a day that was so quiet and still on the whole front, that the army report confined itself to the single sentence: All quiet on the Western Front. He had fallen forward and lay on the earth as though sleeping. Turning him over one saw that he could not have suffered long; his face had an expression of calm, as though almost glad the end had come.” LongStillsEndsWholeEarthFacesSleepSawsFrontsExpressionQuietArmyLaysWesternCalmSentencesGladFallenReportsConfinedOctoberSingle Sentence Author:Erich Maria Remarque
“I am often on guard over the Russians. In the darkness one sees their forms move like stick storks, like great birds. They come close up to the wire fence and lean their faces against it. Their fingers hook round the mesh.” FacesMovingFormDarknessBirdSticksFingersRoundsFenceHookWireEyebrowsMeshStorks Author:Erich Maria Remarque
