Top 400 Erich Maria Remarque Quotes (2025 Update)
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251. “Give ’em all the same grub and all the same pay and the war would be over and done in a day.”

— Erich Maria Remarque

252. “Only whatever you do, don’t lose your freedom. It is more precious than love and you only find our afterwards.”

— Erich Maria Remarque

253. “The graveyard is a mass of wreckage. Coffins and corpses lie strewn about. They have been killed once again; but each of them that was flung up saved one of us.”

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254. “We have become wild beasts. We do not fight, we defend ourselves against annihilation. It is not against men that we fling our bombs, what do we know of men in this moment when Death is hunting us down – now, for the first time in three days we can see his face, now for the first time in three days we can oppose him; we feel a mad anger. No longer do we lie helpless, waiting on the scaffold, we can destroy and kill, to save ourselves, to save ourselves and to be revenged.”

— Erich Maria Remarque

255. “It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by the war.” – Paul Baumer.”

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256. “But every gasp lays my heart bare. This dying man has time with him, he has an invisible dagger with which he stabs me: Time and my thoughts.”

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257. “With our young, awakened eyes, we saw that the classical conception of the fatherland held by our teachers resolved itself here into a renunciation of personality such as one would not ask of the meanest servants.”

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258. “Kat looks around and whispers: “Shouldn’t we just take a revolver and put an end to it?” The youngster will hardly survive the carrying, and at the most he will only last a few days. What he has gone through so far is nothing to what he’s in for till he dies. Now he is numb and feels nothing. In an hour he will become one screaming bundle of intolerable pain. Every day that he can live will be a howling torture. And to whom does it matter whether he has them or not – – I nod.”

— Erich Maria Remarque

259. “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.”

— Erich Maria Remarque

260. “It is strange to see these enemies of ours so close up. They have faces that make one think – honest peasant faces, broad foreheads, broad noses, broad mouths, broad hands, and thick hair. They ought to be put to threshing, reaping, and apple picking. They look just as kindly as our own peasants in Friesland.”

— Erich Maria Remarque

261. “Hard... What does he mean by hard? And am I like that? Or is it only that I have no time for the fraud of so-called good manners, which strews a little glitter over black truths, and thinks that that has made them disappear.”

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262. “Then what exactly is the war for?” asks Tjaden. Kat shrugs his shoulders. “There must be some people to whom the war is useful.” “Well, I’m not one of them,” grins Tjaden. “Not you, nor anybody else here.”

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263. “Die Worte wehten im Zwielicht hin und her, sie waren ohne Bedeutung, und das, was von Bedeutung war, war ohne Worte.”

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264. “That is Franz Kemmerich, nineteen and a half years old, he doesn’t want to die. Let him not die!”

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265. “How shabby the truth can become when one articulates it.”

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266. “The scene struck me as typical of the sinister, demonic mob spirit of our times, of all the frightened, hysterical crowds who follow slogans. It makes no difference whether the slogans come from the right or the left, as long as they relieve the masses of the hard work of thinking and of the need to take responsibility.”

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267. “All at once I feel utterly dejected. “What was the good of it all, Mother?” I say. She strokes my hand. “It must have been for some good, Ernst. The Father in heaven knows, you may be sure of that.”

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268. “There’s something good about unpleasant memories: they make you think you are happy when a moment before you were convinced of the contrary. Happiness is a question of degree. When you know that, you are seldom completely unhappy.”

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269. “We sit as if in our graves waiting only to be closed in.”

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270. “It makes very little difference where one lives, Kate. Some places are more comfortable than others, but it is never important. The only important thing is what one makes of it.”

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271. “Peace, a fireplace, books, silence... Before this was seen as one philistinism. Now these are dreams of a lost paradise.”

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272. “Still the little piece of convulsed earth in which we lie is held. We have yielded no more than a few hundred yards of it as a prize to the enemy. But on every yard there lies a dead man.”

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273. “Two years of rifle fire and hand grenades – you can’t just take it all off like a pair of socks afterwards -.”

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274. “I felt it, it excited me, and then it struck like a wave against the barrier reef – I knew she did not mean me at all; she meant someone else, some figure of her fantasy, Rolf or Rudolf; and perhaps she did not mean them either, perhaps they were just names thrown up from dark, subterranean streams, without roots or connections.”

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275. “Kat turns his eyes to heaven, lets off a mighty fart, and says meditatively: Every little bean must be heard as well as seen.”

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276. “There are many such stories, they are mostly far more bitter. All the same, they have nothing to do with mutiny or lead-swinging. They are merely honest and call a thing by its name; for there is a very great deal of fraud, injustice, and baseness in the army.”

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277. “People become melancholic when they start thinking about life. They become cynics because they see what other people do with life.”

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278. “They are many indeed that lie there, though until now we have not thought of it so. Hitherto we have just all remained there together, they in the graves, we in the trenches, divided only by a few handfuls of earth. They were but a little before us; daily we became less and they more, and often we have not known whether we already belonged to them or not.”

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279. “There is nothing he likes more than just hearing about it. I realize he does not know that a man cannot talk of such things; I would do it willingly, but it is too dangerous for me to put these things into words. I am afraid they might then become gigantic and I be no longer able to master them. What would become of us if everything that happens out there were quite clear to us?”

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280. “Wenn man so viele Tote gesehen hat, kann man so viel Schmerz um einen einzigen nicht mehr recht begreifen.”

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281. “So long as I do not know his name perhaps I may still forget him, time will obliterate it, this picture. But his name, it is a nail that will be hammered into me and never come out again. It has the power to recall this forever, it will always come back and stand before me.”

— Erich Maria Remarque

282. “We have never been a very demonstrative family – poor people who have to work hard and cope with problems very rarely are.”

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283. “We have to take things as lightly as we can, so we make the most of every opportunity, and nonsense stands stark and immediate beside horror. It cannot be otherwise, that is how we hearten ourselves.”

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284. “It is as though formerly we were coins of different provinces; and now we are melted down, and all bear the same stamp.”

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285. “My hands grow cold and my flesh creeps; and yet the night is warm. Only the mist is cold, this mysterious mist that trails over the dead and sucks from them their last, creeping life. By morning they will be pale and green and their blood congealed and black.”

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286. “We are burnt up by hard facts; like tradesmen we understand distinctions, and like butchers, necessities. We are no longer untroubled – we are indifferent. We might exist there; but should we really live there? We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial – I believe we are lost.”

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287. “For us lads of eighteen they ought to have been mediators and guides to the world of maturity, the world of work, of duty, of culture, of progress – to the future. We often made fun of them and played jokes on them, but in our hearts we trusted them. The idea of authority, which they represented, was associated in our minds with a greater insight and a more humane wisdom.”

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288. “Haie looked round once again and said wrathfully, satisfied and rather mysteriously: “Revenge is black-pudding.”

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289. “Our first experience of heavy artillery fire showed us our mistake, and the view of life that their teaching had given us fell to pieces under that bombardment.”

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290. “Kropp on the other hand is a thinker. He proposes that a declaration of war should be a kind of popular festival with entrance-tickets and bands, like a bull fight. Then in the arena the ministers and generals of the two countries, dressed in bathing-drawers and armed with clubs, can have it out among themselves. Whoever survives, his country wins. That would be much simpler and more just than this arrangement, where the wrong people do the fighting. The.”

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291. “Habit is the explanation of why we seem to forget things so quickly.”

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292. “Once we had such desires – but they return not. They are past, they belong to another world that is gone from us.”

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293. “Our knowledge of life is limited to death.” – Paul Baumer.”

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294. “We became hard, suspicious, pitiless, vicious, tough – and that was good; for these attributes were just what we lacked.”

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295. “We have almost grown accustomed to it; war is the cause of death like cancer and tuberculosis, like influenza and dysentery.”

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296. “Where would the world be if one brought every man to book? There were thousands of Kantoreks, all of whom were convinced that they were acting for the best – in a way that cost them nothing. And that is why they let us down so badly.”

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297. “Her mouth speaks words I do not understand. Nor do I fully understand her eyes; they seem to say more than we anticipated when we came here.”

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298. “Words, Words, Words – they do not reach me.”

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299. “That would be much simpler and more just than this arrangement, where the wrong people do the fighting. The subject.”

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300. “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.”

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