“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
“Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear. The life that has borne me through these years is still in my hands and my eyes. Whether I have subdued it, I know not. But so long as it is there it will seek its own way out, heedless of the will that is within me." -All Quiet On The Western Front, Chapter 12” KnowsWayYearsLongStillsI CanHandsEyeFrontsMonthsQuietWesternChaptersWithout Hope Author:Erich Maria Remarque
“The miracle has passed me by; it has touched but not changed me; I still have the same name and I know I will probably bear it until the end of my days; I am no phoenix; resurrection is not for me; I have tried to fly but I am tumbling like a dazzled, awkward rooster back to earth, back behind the barbed wires.” KnowsStillsEndsEarthNamesBehindsChangedBearsMiracleTouchedResurrectionAwkwardWirePhoenixTumblingRoostersBarbed Wire Author:Erich Maria Remarque
“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
“The storm lashes us, out of the confusion of grey and yellow the hail of splinters whips forth the childlike cries of the wounded, and in the night shattered life groans painfully into silence. Our hands are earth, our bodies clay and our eyes pools of rain. We do not know whether we are still alive.” KnowsStillsWarBodyHandsEyeEarthNightSilenceAliveCryRainStormConfusionYellowPoolWoundedGreyClayShatteredWhipsChildlikeHailGreat WarLashesSplinters Book:All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel Source: All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel
“To me the front is a mysterious whirlpool. Though I am in still water far away from its centre, I feel the whirl of the vortex sucking me slowly, irresistibly, inescapably into itself.” FeelsStillsWaterFrontsMysteriousFar AwayCentreVortexWhirlpoolsStill Waters Book:All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel Source: All Quiet on the Western Front: A Novel
“Do I walk? Have I feet still? I raise my eyes, I let them move round, and turn myself with them, one circle, one circle, and I stand in the midst. All is as usual. Only the Militiaman Stanislaus Katczinsky has died. Then I know nothing more.” KnowsStillsEyeMovingTurnsWalksFeetDiedRaisesRoundsCirclesMidstUsual Book:All quiet on the western front Source: All quiet on the western front
“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.” BelieveMayHas BeensStillsMatterMightHoursChanceAliveThousandTenLuckSoldierProofBombsAtomsMight Have Been Author:Erich Maria Remarque
