More Quotes by Erich Maria Remarque
With blinded eyes I stared at the sky, this grey, endless sky of a crazy god, who had made life and death for his amusement.
Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum.
It's only terrible to have nothing to wait for.
We have our dreams because without them we could not bear the truth.
Modesty and conscientiousness receive their reward only in novels. In life they are exploited and then shoved aside.
Mirrors are there when we are and yet they never give anything back to us but our own image. Never, never shall we know what they are when they are alone or what is behind them.
Everyone saves someone at least once. Just as he kills someone at least once. Even though he may not know it.
Strange how complicated we can make things just to avoid showing what we feel!
To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.
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.
