Erich Maria Remarque: a selection of quotes and sayings. Quotes from remark about the most wonderful feelings in the world
Is it possible to keep her? Would he have been able to keep her if he had behaved differently? Is it even possible to hold onto anything other than an illusion? But isn't illusion alone enough? And is it possible to achieve more? What do we know about the black whirlpool of life seething beneath the surface of our senses, which turns its echoing bubbling into various things. A table, a lamp, homeland, you, love... Those who are surrounded by this eerie twilight are left with only vague guesses. But aren't they enough? No, not enough. And if it is enough, then only when you believe in it. But if the crystal splits under the heavy hammer of doubt, it can, at best, be glued back together, no more. Glue, lie and watch how it barely refracts the light, instead of sparkling with a dazzling brilliance! Nothing comes back. Nothing is restored. Even if Joan returns, it will never be the same. Glued crystal. Lost hour. Nobody can bring him back.
A true idealist always wants money. After all, money is minted freedom. And freedom is life. A man becomes greedy only by obeying the desires of a woman. If there were no women, then there would be no money, and men would form a heroic tribe. There were no women in the trenches, and it didn’t matter who owned what - all that mattered was what kind of man he was. This is not evidence for the trenches, but it does shed true light on love. It awakens bad instincts in a man - the desire for possession, for significance, for earnings, for peace. It is not for nothing that dictators like their guarantors to be married - that way they are less dangerous. And it’s not for nothing that Catholic priests don’t know women - otherwise they would never have been such brave missionaries.
Isabella,” I say. - Dear, beloved, my life! I think I finally felt what love is! This is life, only life, the highest rise of a wave stretching towards the evening sky, towards the pale stars and towards oneself - the rise is always in vain, for it is the impulse of the mortal principle towards the immortal; but sometimes the sky bends towards such a wave, they meet for a moment, and then it is no longer sunset on the one hand and renunciation on the other, then there is no longer any talk about lack and excess, about the substitution made by poets, then...
I suddenly fall silent.
“I’m talking nonsense,” I continue, “the words flow in a continuous stream, maybe there is a lie in this, but a lie only because the words themselves are false, they are like cups with which you want to draw out a spring, - but you will understand me.” and without words, all this is so new to me that I still do not know how to express it; I didn’t know that even my breath is capable of love, and my nails, and even my death, so to hell with the question of how long such love will last, and whether I can hold it, and whether I can express it...
The worst thing is when you have to wait and can't do anything. This can drive you crazy.
After all, I always said: where other people have a heart, you have a bottle of schnapps.
The main thing today is to be able to forget! And don't hesitate!
After all, you need to be able to lose. Otherwise it would be impossible to live.
You are a short-lived combination of carbohydrates, lime, phosphorus and iron, called on this earth Gottfried Lenz.
How strange are young people today? You hate the past, you despise the present, and you are indifferent to the future. This is unlikely to lead to a good ending.
After the war, people began going to political meetings rather than going to church.
You have to balance everything - that’s the whole secret of life...
Submit? - I asked. - Why submit? There is no benefit from this. In life, we pay double and triple the price for everything. Why else humility?
If you don't laugh at the twentieth century, you should shoot yourself. But you can’t laugh at him for long. You're more likely to howl in grief.
A man is just a man.
The world is not crazy. Only people.
You only lose a person when he dies.
Too much blood has been shed on this earth for one to maintain faith in the heavenly father!
Can anyone really know whether in time the one whom he pities today will not seem happy to him?
Have you not noticed that we live in an era of complete self-destruction? We don’t do much that could be done, without knowing why. Work has become a matter of monstrous importance: so many people are deprived of it these days that thoughts about it obscure everything else. I have two cars, a ten-room apartment and enough money. What's the point? Can all this compare to such a summer morning! Work is a dark obsession. We indulge in work with the eternal illusion that over time everything will become different. Nothing will ever change. And what people make of their lives is simply ridiculous!
We stood at the grave, knowing that his body, eyes and hair still existed, although changed, but still existed, and that, despite this, he was gone and would not return. It was incomprehensible. Our skin was warm, our brains were working, our hearts were pumping blood through our veins, we were the same as before, like yesterday, we had two hands, we weren’t blind or numb, everything was as always... But we had to leave here , and Gottfried remained here and could never follow us. It was incomprehensible.
Life is life, it costs nothing and costs infinitely much.
A person usually remembers his meager reserves of kindness when it is already too late. And then he is very moved by how noble it turns out he could be.
All day long we lay on the beach, exposing our naked bodies to the sun. To be naked, without equipment, without weapons, without uniform - this in itself is already tantamount to peace.
And if you always think only about sad things, then no one in the world will have the right to laugh...
Because from time to time the past suddenly rolled in and glared at me with dead eyes. But for such cases there was vodka.
Money, however, does not bring happiness, but it has an extremely calming effect.
Only those people who consider themselves profound are superficial.
Let's have a drink, guys! Because we live! Because we breathe! After all, we feel life so strongly! We don’t even know what to do with her!
Life is a disease and death begins at birth.
We live, feeding on illusions from the past, and make debts to pay for the future.
We are for equality only with those who are superior to us.
People are even more poisonous than alcohol or tobacco.
So much had changed in my life that it seemed to me that everything should be different everywhere.
After all, nothing is lasting - not even memories.
The past has taught us not to look too far ahead.
She smiled, and it seemed to me that the whole world became brighter.
People become sentimental more out of grief than out of love.
You are now entering a period when the difference between the bourgeois and the gentleman emerges. The longer a bourgeois lives with a woman, the less attentive he is to her. The gentleman, on the contrary, is more and more attentive.
How scary it is to love a woman and be poor.
For an offended feeling, the truth is almost always harsh and unbearable.
By the way, I quarreled with everyone. When there are no quarrels, it means everything will end soon.
It’s still strange, why is it customary to erect monuments to all kinds of people? Why not erect a monument to the moon or a tree in bloom?..
How strange it is: people find truly fresh and figurative expressions only when they swear. Words of love remain eternal and unchanging, but how colorful and varied is the scale of curses! ...a man died. But what's special here? Thousands of people die every minute. This is what statistics show. There's nothing special about this either. But for the one who was dying, his death was the most important thing, more important than the entire globe, which invariably continued to rotate.
And when I feel very sad and I don’t understand anything anymore, then I tell myself that it’s better to die when you want to live than to live until you want to die.
Loneliness is the eternal refrain of life. It is no worse or better than much else. They just talk about him too much. A person is always and never alone.
When you die, you become somehow unusually significant, but while you’re alive, no one cares about you.
I have nothing against adventure, and nothing against love. And least of all - against those that give us a little warmth when we are on the road. Maybe I'm a little against ourselves. Because we take and have very little to give in return...
Not everything is clear about laziness. She is the beginning of all happiness and the end of all philosophy.
But, strictly speaking, it is a shame to walk the earth and know almost nothing about it. Even several names of colors.
Don't be upset - it's much more shameful that we don't even know why we hang around on earth. And here a few extra names will not change anything.
Only those who have lost everything worth living for are free.
Nothing awaits a person anywhere; one must always bring everything with oneself.
Man is great in his plans, but weak in their implementation. This is his problem, and his charm.
It is necessary to deviate from principles sometimes, otherwise they do not bring joy...
She had two admirers. One loved her and gave her flowers. She loved another and gave him money.
Night complicates things.
You should not start quarrels with a woman in whom maternal feelings have awakened. All the morality of the world is on her side.
Happiness is the most uncertain and expensive thing in the world.
A lonely person cannot be abandoned. Oh this pitiful human need for a grain of warmth. And is there really anything other than loneliness?
It’s good that people still have many important little things that chain them to life and protect them from it. But loneliness - real loneliness, without any illusions - comes before madness or suicide.
Only the simplest things console. Water, breath, evening rain. Only those who are lonely understand this.
It's an eternity if you're truly unhappy. I was so unhappy - completely, completely, that after a week my grief dried up. My hair, my body, my bed, even my dresses were miserable. I was so full of grief that the whole world ceased to exist for me. And when nothing else exists, misfortune ceases to be misfortune. After all, there is nothing with which to compare it. And all that remains is emptiness. And then everything passes and you gradually come to life.
He who is alone will never be abandoned. But sometimes, in the evenings, this house of cards collapses, and life turns into a completely different melody - haunting with sobs, throwing up wild whirlwinds of melancholy, desires, discontent, hope - hope to escape from this stupefying nonsense, from the senseless twisting of this barrel organ, to escape no matter where. Ah, our pathetic need for a little warmth; two hands and a face bending towards you - is this it, is it it? Or is it also a deception, and therefore a retreat and flight? Is there anything in this world other than loneliness?
There is more unhappiness in life than happiness. The fact that it doesn't last forever is just mercy.
What can one person give to another except a drop of warmth? And what could be more than this?
Forget... What a word! It contains horror, consolation, and ghostliness.
Only those who have lost everything worth living for are free.
Love is not a mirror pond into which you can stare forever. It has ebbs and flows. And the wreckage of shipwrecks, and sunken cities, and octopuses, and storms, and boxes of gold, and pearls... But pearls - those lie very deep.
Not this. Stay friends? Plant a small garden on the cooled lava of faded feelings? No, this is not for you and me. This happens only after minor affairs, and even then it turns out a little vulgar. Love is not tarnished by friendship. The end is the end.
Repentance is the most useless thing in the world. Nothing can be returned. Nothing can be fixed. Otherwise we would all be saints. Life did not mean to make us perfect. Anyone who is perfect belongs in a museum.
You don't like to talk about yourself, do you?
- I don’t even like to think about myself.
Look, there are naked stars frozen up there.
The best thing to do when breaking up is to leave.
Morality is an invention of the weak, a plaintive moan of losers.
Those who don't expect anything will never be disappointed.
Love does not tolerate explanations; it needs actions.
A woman becomes wiser from love, but a man loses his head.
The one who is driven from everywhere has only one refuge - the excited heart of another person.
Anyone who looks back too often can easily trip and fall.
It's impossible to block the wind.
No. We are not dying. Time is dying. Damn time. It dies continuously. And we live. We always live. When you wake up, it’s spring outside, when you fall asleep, it’s autumn, and between them winter and summer flash a thousand times, and if we love each other, we are eternal and immortal, like a heartbeat, or rain, or wind - and this is very many. We gain days, my love, and lose years! But who cares, who cares? A moment of joy - that's life! It is the only thing closest to eternity.
Those who don't expect anything will never be disappointed. Here's a good rule of life. Then everything that comes next will seem like a pleasant surprise to you.
Without love, a person is nothing more than a dead man on vacation, a few dates, a name that doesn’t say anything. But why then live? You might as well die...
You must love me, otherwise I'm lost...
- Missing? How easily she says it. Those who are truly missing remain silent.
Forget... What a word! It contains horror, consolation, and ghostliness. Who could live without forgetting? But who can forget everything that you don’t want to remember? A slag of memories that breaks your heart. Only those who have lost everything worth living for are free.
To live means to live for others. We all feed off each other. Let the light of kindness glimmer at least sometimes... There is no need to give it up. Kindness gives a person strength if life is difficult for him.
If you want to do something, never ask about the consequences. Otherwise you won't be able to do anything.
Give a woman a few days to live a life that you usually cannot offer her, and you will probably lose her. She will try to find this life again, but with someone else who can always provide for her.
Women should either be idolized or abandoned. Everything else is a lie.
You should never reduce what you started doing on a grand scale.
Love is like a disease - it slowly and imperceptibly undermines a person, and you notice it only when you already want to get rid of it, but then your strength betrays you.
He felt an unbearably sharp pain. It seemed like something was tearing, tearing his heart. My God, he thought, am I really capable of suffering like this, suffering from love? I look at myself from the outside, but I can’t help myself. I know that if Joan is with me again, I will lose her again, and yet my passion does not subside. I anatomize my feeling like a corpse in a morgue, but this makes my pain a thousand times stronger. I know that everything will pass eventually, but it doesn't help me.
A heart that has once merged with another will never experience the same with the same strength.
Don't lose your independence. It all started with the loss of independence in small things. If you don’t pay attention to them, you suddenly become entangled in the web of habit. It has many names. Love is one of them. You shouldn't get used to anything. Love. An eternal miracle. It not only illuminates the gray sky of everyday life with a rainbow of dreams, it can also surround a pile of crap with a romantic aura... A miracle and a monstrous mockery.
No person can become more alien than the one you loved in the past.
Thousands of people die every minute. This is what statistics show. There's nothing special about this either. But for the one who was dying, his death was the most important thing, more important than the entire globe, which invariably continued to rotate.
All day there was a seething around me, as if springs were flowing everywhere; streams gushed into the back of my head and into my chest, it seemed that I was about to turn green and be covered with leaves and flowers... The whirlpool pulled me deeper and deeper... And here I am... And you...
Life is too serious a thing to end before we stop breathing. Loneliness is the eternal refrain of life. It is no worse or better than much else. They just talk about him too much.
A person is always and never alone. Suddenly, somewhere in the hazy haze, a violin sounded. Country restaurant on the green hills of Budapest. The suffocating aroma of chestnuts. Evening. And - young owls perched on shoulders - dreams with eyes brightening in the twilight. A night that can never become a night. The hour when all women are beautiful. The evening, like a huge butterfly, spread its brown wings...
Life will soon end, and whether we rejoice or grieve, it doesn’t matter, we won’t be paid for either.
You can't block the wind. And no water. And if you do this, they will stagnate. Stagnant wind becomes stale air. You were not created to love just one person.
At night time stands still. Only the clock is ticking.
Man is great in his plans, but weak in their implementation. This is both his trouble and his charm.
A person can never be tempered. He can only get used to a lot.
One of the two always leaves the other. The question is who will get ahead of whom.
You can protect yourself from insult, but you cannot protect yourself from compassion.
Longing for the person who has left us or has left us, as it were, decorates with a halo the one who comes later. And after the loss, the new appears in a kind of romantic light. Old sincere self-deception.
If a crystal breaks under the heavy hammer of doubt, it can at best be glued back together, nothing more. Glue, lie and watch how it barely refracts the light, instead of sparkling with dazzling brilliance. Nothing comes back. Nothing is restored.
Fate can never be stronger than the calm courage that confronts it. And if it becomes completely unbearable, you can commit suicide. It is good to realize this, but it is even better to realize that as long as you are alive, nothing is completely lost.
And don't take anything to heart. Very few things in life are important for long.
Even in the most difficult times, you need to think at least a little about comfort. An old soldier's rule.
For a man, love is more of lust, for a woman it is more of sacrifice. A man has a lot of vanity mixed in, a woman has a need for protection... Many call love the usual languor of feelings. And love is primarily a mental and spiritual feeling.
Love is sacrifice. Selfishness is often called love. Only the one who, of his own free will, can give up his beloved for the sake of his happiness truly loves with all his soul.
Remember, your support is in yourself! Don't look for happiness outside... Your happiness is within you... Be true to yourself.
The ability to forgive is the only thing that a person has from God.
She walks her path so confidently, as if she could walk along it with her eyes closed.
Let our happiness soar to the stars and the sun, and we raise our hands to the sky in joy, but one day all our happiness and all our dreams end, and the same thing remains: crying for what was lost.
A mother is the most touching thing on earth. Mother means: to forgive and sacrifice oneself. For a woman whose highest meaning lies in her femininity, motherhood is the most wonderful destiny! Just think how wonderful it is: to continue to live in children and thus gain immortality.
Clouds are eternal, changeable wanderers. Clouds are like life... Life is also always changing, it is just as diverse, restless and beautiful...
You can live in different ways - inside yourself and outside. The only question is which life is more valuable.
Love is the highest degree of dissolution in each other. This is the greatest selfishness in the form of complete self-sacrifice and deep sacrifice.
A woman who did not become a mother missed out on the most beautiful, yes, the most beautiful thing that was written for her in her birth. What an overflowing sea of happiness for a mother lies in the first years of her child, from the first unintelligible babble to the first timid step. And in everything she recognizes herself, sees herself young and resurrected in her children. A woman can do God knows what in her life. But one single word cancels it all out: she was a mother.
Whoever wants to hold on loses. They try to hold on to those who are ready to let go with a smile.
There is no turning back in love. You can never start over: what happens remains in the blood... Love, like time, is irreversible. And neither sacrifices, nor readiness for anything, nor good will - nothing can help, such is the gloomy and ruthless law of love.
Apparently, life loves paradoxes: when it seems to you that everything is in absolute order, you often look funny and stand on the edge of an abyss. But when you know that everything is lost, life literally gives you a gift - you may not even lift a finger, luck itself runs after you like a poodle.
Reason is given to man so that he understands: it is impossible to live by reason alone.
People live by feelings, and feelings don’t care who is right.
No one can escape fate. And no one knows when it will overtake you. What's the point of bargaining with time? And what, in essence, is a long life? Long past. Our future each time lasts only until the next breath. Nobody knows what will happen next. Each of us lives for the minute. Everything that awaits us after this minute is only hopes and illusions.
A person always becomes a prisoner of his own dream, and not of someone else’s.
A woman can leave her lover, but she will never leave her dresses.
In moments of difficult emotional experiences, dresses can become either good friends or sworn enemies; Without their help, a woman feels completely lost, but when they help her, as friendly hands help, it is much easier for a woman in a difficult moment. There is not an ounce of vulgarity in all this, we just shouldn’t forget how important little things are in life.
Everything in the world contains its opposite; nothing can exist without its opposite, like light without shadow, like truth without lies, like illusion without reality - all these concepts are not only related to each other, but also inseparable from each other...
In difficult times, naivety is the most precious treasure, it is a magic cloak that hides those dangers that a smart guy jumps straight into, as if hypnotized. Behind the back of the young bacchante one can always discern the shadow of a thrifty matron, and behind the back of the smiling hero - a burgher with a sure income.
How beautiful are these women who do not allow us to become demigods, turning us into fathers of families, into respectable burghers, into breadwinners; women who catch us in their nets, promising to turn us into gods...
I realized that there is no place that would be so good that it would be worth throwing your life for. And there are almost no people for whom it would be worth doing this. Sometimes you reach the simplest truths in a roundabout way.
Life. She wastes each of us, like a fool who loses his money to a sharper.
In the thinnest evening dress, if it fits well, you cannot catch a cold, but it is easy to catch a cold in the dress that irritates you, or in the one whose double you see on another woman at the same evening.
Money is freedom forged in gold.
Love is a torch flying into the abyss, and only at this moment illuminating its entire depth.
How little we can say about a woman when we are happy. And how much when you are unhappy.
Conscience usually does not torment those who are guilty.
The one who is driven from everywhere has only one home, one refuge - the excited heart of another person.
You can truly learn a person's character when he becomes your boss.
It’s good that people still have many important little things that chain them to life and protect them from it. But loneliness - real loneliness, without any illusions - comes before madness or suicide.
What can one person give to another except a drop of warmth? And what could be more than this?
Tact is an unwritten agreement not to notice other people's mistakes and not to correct them.
Everything that can be settled with money is cheap.
2Quotes and Aphorisms 25.08.2017
Dear readers, we have heard the names of these books more than once - “All Quiet on the Western Front”, “Three Comrades”, “A Time to Live and a Time to Die”, “Black Obelisk”, “Life on Borrow”, “Shadows in Paradise”. They have already become stable expressions. And I am drawn to read and reread these and other works of the German writer Remarque, I want to repeat Remarque’s quotes. Films based on his novels still do not age. Why?
Trembling, tender, subtle and heartfelt, and at the same time broken, dramatic - this is exactly how the author wrote, and this is what immediately stuck in my mind and became one of the most appreciated.
An actor in a heroic play?
Remarque was born in Germany in 1898. Since 1916, he fought in the German army militia, but spent the end of the war in hospitals.
After the war, Remarque changed his middle name - from Erich Paul to Erich Maria in honor of his deceased mother. He worked as a teacher, a tombstone salesman, and as an organist in a chapel for the mentally ill. Later he became an editor at a magazine, and his talent as a writer gradually emerged. Remarque was a writer who was either greatly loved or fiercely hated. For example, the Nazis burned his books and persecuted him. Remarque left for Switzerland on time, but his sister did not make it and was executed in 1943.
But Remarque simply spoke with all sincerity about the “lost generation,” whose representatives did not find a place for themselves among those who were not in the terrible war. The book “All Quiet on the Western Front” is one of the big three novels dedicated to the “Lost Generation.” In the same year, 1929, “A Farewell to Arms!” was also published. Ernest Hemingway and Death of a Hero by Richard Aldington. At the same time, Remarque suffered from an inferiority complex and considered his success undeserved! He even received treatment for depression in the United States.
One of the deepest memories of Remarque was left by the daughter of actress Marlene Dietrich, Maria Riva. She wrote that Remarque resembled an actor from a heroic play, who always stands behind the scenes and waits for the right line. “But he wrote books whose male characters embodied all the forces that lay dormant in him, but never developed into a complete character,” noted Maria. “It was precisely his most charming qualities that were never destined to find their place in the portrait of a perfect man. It’s not that he didn’t know how to stand level with this portrait - he considered himself unworthy of such perfection.”
And yet, Remarque’s quotes and aphorisms immediately sink into the soul. After all, despite all the trials and disappointments, he believed in all-consuming love, which completely changes a person’s life: “If you and I created this world, it would look better, wouldn’t it?” I want to write quotes about love from the pages into a special notebook so that I can return to them regularly!
His specialty is also that he was attentive to detail. Quotes about life from Remarque’s works are succinct and vivid. Sometimes in the morning I remember this phrase: “Oddly enough, the smell of coffee made me cheerful... What is important and significant cannot calm me down. A little thing, a trifle, always consoles.” And here’s what comes to mind in the evening: “The most wonderful city is the one where a person is happy.”
Oh happiness
True happiness lies in friendship and love. But when communicating with friends and a beautiful woman, a person does not think about how happy he is. He simply enjoys life and appreciates every moment. And it’s completely different when this happiness is taken away from him...
“Only the unhappy know what happiness is. A happy person feels the joy of life no more than a mannequin: he only demonstrates this joy, but it is not given to him. The light doesn't shine when it's light. He shines in the darkness."
“Only the cows are happy these days.”
“You can talk about happiness for five minutes, no more. There is nothing to say here except that you are happy. And people talk about misfortune all night long.”
“In fact, a person is truly happy only when he pays the least attention to time and when he is not driven by fear. And yet, even if you are driven by fear, you can laugh. What else is there left to do?”
About the society
Do people really have something in common or is it just an illusion? Often a person is lonely and self-absorbed. Contemporaries are in constant search, often meaningless - this is what Remarque believed.
“The more people know about each other, the more misunderstandings they have. And the closer they come together, the more alien they become.”
“Pity is the most useless thing in the world... It is the other side of gloating, let it be known to you.”
“There is no shame in being born a fool. But it’s a shame to die a fool.”
“The more primitive a person is, the higher his opinion of himself.”
“How strange young people today are. You hate the past, you despise the present, and you are indifferent to the future. This is unlikely to lead to a good ending."
“There is nothing more tiring than being present when a person demonstrates his intelligence. Especially if you don’t have a mind.”
“Reason is given to man so that he understands: it is impossible to live by reason alone.”
“The less self-esteem a person has, the more he is worth.”
“It is a mistake to assume that all people have the same ability to feel.”
“If you want people not to notice anything, you don’t have to be careful.”
“Repentance is the most useless thing in the world. Nothing can be returned. Nothing can be fixed. Otherwise we would all be saints. Life didn't mean to make us perfect. He who is perfect belongs in a museum.”
“It is better to die when you want to live than to live until you want to die.”
“And, no matter what happens to you, don’t take anything to heart. Few things in the world remain important for long.”
“Indeed, everything is fine - whoever is lonely will not be abandoned.”
“It’s too late... It’s always too late. That’s just the way things are in life.”
About love
Love is a complex, multifaceted feeling, and sometimes it causes a lot of torment, but it also awakens very deep wisdom. This is exactly what Remarque’s quotes about love are like – bitter, but at the same time warm and bright. Remarque and his heroes were ready for feats in the name of this fragile romantic world of their love.
“There is no such thing as stupidity in love!”
“Not this. Stay friends? Plant a small garden on the cooled lava of faded feelings? No, this is not for you and me. This only happens after small affairs, and even then it turns out rather false. Love is not tarnished by friendship. The end is the end."
“No person can become more of a stranger than someone you once loved.”
“What can one person give to another except a drop of warmth? And what could be more than this? Just don't let anyone get close to you. And if you let him in, you’ll want to hold him. But nothing can be held back..."
“Human life is too long for love alone. It's just too long. Love is wonderful. But one of the two always gets bored. And the other one is left with nothing. He freezes and waits for something... He waits like crazy..."
“Only those who have been alone more than once know the happiness of meeting their beloved.”
“Love does not tolerate explanations. She needs action."
“All love wants to be eternal. This is her eternal torment.”
“A woman grows wiser from love, but a man loses his head.”
“Only when you finally break up with a person do you begin to be truly interested in everything that concerns him. This is one of the paradoxes of love.”
“Loneliness is easier when you don’t love.”
“Whoever wants to hold on loses. They try to keep those who are ready to let go with a smile.”
“Remember one thing, boy: never, never, never again will you be funny in the eyes of a woman if you do something for her.”
“It seemed to me that a woman should not tell a man that she loves him. Let her shining, happy eyes speak about this. They speak more eloquently than any words.”
“Women should either be idolized or abandoned. Everything else is a lie."
“If a woman belongs to another, she is five times more desirable than one who can be had—an old rule.”
“Women don’t need to explain anything, you always need to act with them.”
“A woman is not metal furniture; she is a flower. She doesn't want to be businesslike. She needs sunny, sweet words. It’s better to say something nice to her every day than to work for her all your life with gloomy frenzy.”
“I stood next to her, listened to her, laughed and thought how scary it is to love a woman and be poor.”
“What you can’t get always seems better than what you have. This is the romance and idiocy of human life.”
And once again about love
The relationship between Erich Maria Remarque and Marlene Dietrich deserves special attention. It was a stormy and painful relationship. Dietrich is considered the prototype of the heroine of the Arc de Triomphe. Remarque's letters with quotes and aphorisms about love and life are read in one breath.
“Don’t do anything in a hurry, don’t be afraid of anything and don’t be annoyed by anything, we’re just getting started, they’ll still be surprised” - from the telegram.
“People no longer recognize the call. They didn’t even hear him... There is no heavenly ambiguity in them; they are terribly clear. They don't have "More!" “They reduce everything.”
“Every heart knows the ebb and flow of the tide, and every head too. And when the sea recedes, it leaves all sorts of strange creatures on the beach.”
"Love me. Tell me you love me, it makes me a better person. I will work better, and calmer, and faster if you tell me that you love me, for I live only because you love me.”
“In a person, only what you change in him belongs to you...”
“And, as always, God is in the details...”
And a little humor
And yet, in spite of everything, Remarque was a living person, and not a sad, detached genius, and knew how to approach life with humor.
“They say the first seventy years are the hardest to live. And then things will go smoothly.”
“Life is a sailboat with too many sails, so it can capsize at any moment.”
When the spark of life in you has not gone out, your beloved and dear ones hold you tenaciously on the earth. Every life is warmed by love, both easier and more difficult at the same time.
A lonely person cannot be left. A pitiful, insignificant grain of warmth and participation is in incredible demand. There is nothing around except loneliness. – Remarque
Love can bring sadness, but, in fact, it is joyful and cheerful. The sadness of love is its impossibility and unbridled agility when it slips between your fingers. It leaks out, disappears - nothing can be done.
Principles need exceptions and digressions. So that joy and victory will then be sincere and pleasant.
Money has already ruined the character of more than one person.
Money is an important thing. You know, in their complete absence.
Every dictator begins his bloody path, strewn with corpses, with the simplification and primitivism of all processes.
Erich Maria Remarque: A feeling offended by rudeness or ignorance cannot tolerate the truth in any of its forms and contents, considering it unbearable.
Hatred quickly dissolves in cold-blooded reasoning, acquiring features of purposefulness and perseverance.
The less a person pays attention to states of mind, the more valuable his experience.
A woman is smarter because of love, but a man throws his head into the pool.
People are always superficial when they think deeply and for a long time about the nature of universal things.
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Pity is the most useless thing in the world. She is the other side of schadenfreude.
If a woman belongs to another, she is five times more desirable than one who can be had - an old rule.
Sometimes you can only ask yourself when you ask someone else.
There is no shame in being born stupid, it is only shame in dying as a fool.
Loneliness has nothing to do with whether we have many or few acquaintances.
A woman should not tell a man that she loves him. Let her shining, happy eyes speak about this. They speak louder than any words.
Love is a torch flying into the abyss, and only at this moment illuminating its entire depth.
A person without love is like a dead man on vacation.
Anyone who looks back too often can easily trip and fall.
Those who don't expect anything will never be disappointed.
What can one person give to another except a drop of warmth? And what could be more than this?
A person can never be tempered. He can only get used to a lot.
Russians are accustomed to the unexpected.
Heroes must die. If they survive, they become the most boring people in the world.
It’s very scary to wait for something... it’s scary when there’s nothing left to wait for.
Man Lives seventy-five percent based on his fantasies and only twenty-five percent based on facts; this is his strength and his weakness.
Love knows no pride.
Anyone who has no home anywhere is free to go anywhere.
The longer a bourgeois lives with a woman, the less attentive he is to her. The gentleman, on the contrary, is more and more attentive.
Repentance is the most useless thing in the world. Nothing can be returned. Nothing can be fixed. Otherwise we would all be saints. Life didn't mean to make us perfect. Anyone who is perfect belongs in a museum.
Power is the most contagious disease in the world.
How little we can say about a woman when we are happy. And how much when you are unhappy.
Love is not tarnished by friendship. The end is the end.
A woman is not metal furniture; she is a flower. She doesn't want to be businesslike. She needs sunny, sweet words. It’s better to say something nice to her every day than to work for her all your life with gloomy frenzy.
The death of one person is death; the death of two million is just a statistic.
Love is wonderful. But one of the two always gets bored. And the other one is left with nothing.
Memories are why we grow old. The secret of eternal youth is the ability to forget.
Every man has some virtues, you just need to point them out to him.
Anything that can be settled with money is cheap.
Only if you finally break up with a person do you begin to be truly interested in everything that concerns him.
Tact is an unwritten agreement not to notice other people's mistakes and not to correct them.
Faith easily leads to fanaticism. Tolerance is the daughter of doubt.
Money is freedom forged from gold.
And when I feel very sad and I don’t understand anything anymore, then I tell myself that it’s better to die when you want to live than to live until you want to die.
Loneliness is the eternal refrain of life. It is no worse or better than much else. They just talk about him too much. A person is always and never alone.
A person who is prone to exalted feelings usually deceives himself and others.
When you die, you become somehow unusually significant, but while you’re alive, no one cares about you.
Love is not tarnished by friendship.
There is more unhappiness in life than happiness. The fact that it doesn't last forever is just mercy.
Man not only lies from eternity, he also always believes in goodness, beauty and perfection and sees them even where they do not exist at all or they exist only in the beginning.
As long as a person does not give up, he is stronger than his destiny.
Love blinds a man and makes a woman sharper.
If you want to do something, never ask about the consequences. Otherwise you won't be able to do anything.
Fulfillment is the enemy of desire.
Give a woman a few days to live a life that you cannot offer her and you will probably lose her.
Pity is the most useless thing in the world. She is the other side of schadenfreude.
Man is great in his plans, but weak in their implementation. This is his problem, and his charm.
Only those who have lost everything worth living for are free.
Life is too long for love alone.
Conscience usually does not torment those who are guilty.
Life is a disease, and death begins at birth.
Laziness is the beginning of all happiness and the end of all philosophy.
You can protect yourself from insult, but you cannot protect yourself from compassion.
A person's life is always infinitely greater than any contradictions in which he finds himself.
Eternal spiritual despair - the despair of the darkness of the night. It comes with darkness and disappears with it.
No person can become more of a stranger than someone you loved in the past.
The suffering of love cannot be overcome by philosophy - it can only be done with the help of another woman.
You can truly learn a person's character when he becomes your boss.
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The writer’s fate was not easy: like many of his peers, he, while still a young man, went to the front, where he was seriously wounded. His manuscripts were burned by the Nazis, and his love was painful and painful. The books that he left to people are based on living feelings and images that happened before his eyes and lived in his heart.
The main themes he writes about are love and war. The love in his novels is passionate, all-consuming and permeates one’s entire life. War is terrible, breaking the will, faith and destiny of a person. He wrote about a lost generation that has no place among people who did not survive the horrors of war.
About love
- “No,” he said quickly. - Not this. Stay friends? Plant a small garden on the cooled lava of faded feelings? No, this is not for you and me. This only happens after small affairs, and even then it turns out rather false. Love is not tarnished by friendship. The end is the end"
- No person can become more of a stranger than someone you loved in the past.
- What can one person give to another except a drop of warmth? And what could be more than this? Just don't let anyone get close to you. And if you let him in, you’ll want to hold him. And nothing can be held back...
- How clumsy a person becomes when he truly loves! How quickly his self-confidence flies away! And how lonely he seems to himself; all his vaunted experience suddenly dissipates like smoke, and he feels so insecure.
- Human life is too long for love alone. It's just too long. Love is wonderful. But one of the two always gets bored. And the other one is left with nothing. He freezes and waits for something... He waits like crazy...
- Only those who have been alone more than once know the happiness of meeting their beloved.
- Love does not tolerate explanations. She needs actions.
- All love wants to be eternal. This is her eternal torment.
- A woman becomes wiser from love, but a man loses his head.
- Only if you finally break up with a person do you begin to be truly interested in everything that concerns him. This is one of the paradoxes of love.
Oh happiness
- Only an unhappy person knows what happiness is. A happy person feels the joy of life no more than a mannequin: he only demonstrates this joy, but it is not given to him. The light doesn't shine when it's light. He shines in the darkness.
- Only cows are happy these days.
- You can talk about happiness for five minutes, no more. There is nothing to say here except that you are happy. And people talk about misfortune all night long.
- In fact, a person is truly happy only when he pays the least attention to time and when he is not driven by fear. And yet, even if you are driven by fear, you can laugh. What else is left to do?
- Happiness is the most uncertain and expensive thing in the world.
- The most wonderful city is the one where a person is happy.
About the person
- As long as a person does not give up, he is stronger than his destiny.
- The more primitive a person is, the higher his opinion of himself.
- There is nothing more tiring than being present when a person demonstrates his intelligence. Especially if you have no mind.
- “Nothing is lost yet,” I repeated. - You only lose a person when he dies.
- Cynics have the easiest character, idealists have the most intolerable character. Don't you think this is strange?
- The less self-esteem a person has, the more he is worth.
- It is a mistake to assume that all people have the same ability to feel.
- If you want people not to notice anything, you don’t have to be careful.
About the woman
- Remember one thing, boy: never, never, never again will you be funny in the eyes of a woman if you do something for her sake.
- It seemed to me that a woman should not tell a man that she loves him. Let her shining, happy eyes speak about this. They speak louder than any words.
- Women should either be idolized or abandoned. Everything else is a lie.
- If a woman belongs to another, she is five times more desirable than one who can be had - an old rule.
- Women don’t need to explain anything; you always need to act with them.
- A woman is not metal furniture; she is a flower. She doesn't want to be businesslike. She needs sunny, sweet words. It’s better to say something nice to her every day than to work for her all your life with gloomy frenzy.
- I stood next to her, listened to her, laughed and thought how scary it is to love a woman and be poor.
About life
- What you can't get always seems better than what you have. This is the romance and idiocy of human life.
- They say the first seventy years are the hardest to live. And then things will go smoothly.
- Life is a sailboat with too many sails, so it can capsize at any moment.
- Repentance is the most useless thing in the world. Nothing can be returned. Nothing can be fixed. Otherwise we would all be saints. Life didn't mean to make us perfect. Anyone who is perfect belongs in a museum.
- Principles must sometimes be violated, otherwise there is no joy in them.
- It's better to die when you want to live than to live until you want to die
- And no matter what happens to you, don’t take anything to heart. Few things in the world remain important for long.
- The writer's real name is Erich Paul Remarque. He changed his middle name in honor of his mother, who died in 1918.
- Erich was so ashamed of his first published story that he subsequently bought the entire edition.
- Remarque wrote the novel “All Quiet on the Western Front” in just 6 weeks.
- Remarque loved to read Dostoevsky.
- Remarque's marriage to his wife Jutta lasted just over 4 years, after which they divorced. But, in 1938, Remarque married Jutta again in order to help her get out of Germany and get the opportunity to live in Switzerland, where he himself lived at that time, and later they left for the USA together. The divorce was officially finalized only in 1957. The writer paid Yutta a monetary allowance until the end of his life, and also bequeathed 50 thousand dollars to her.
- When Marlene Dietrich left for the USA, Remarque wrote letters to her every day.
- Remarque was nominated for the Nobel Prize, but the protest of the League of German Officers prevented him. The writer was accused of having written a novel commissioned by the Entente, and of stealing the manuscript from a murdered comrade. He was called a traitor to his homeland, a playboy, a cheap celebrity.