More Quotes by Erich Maria Remarque
Modesty and conscientiousness receive their reward only in novels. In life they are exploited and then shoved aside.
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.
Sometimes I used to think that one day i should wake up, and all that had been would be over. forgotten, sunk, drowned. Nothing was sure - not even memory.
Someone said to me once that a cigarette at the right moment is better than all the ideals in the world.
To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.
For a moment I had a strange intuition that just this, and in a real, profound sense, is life; and perhaps happiness even - love with a mixture of sadness, reverence, and silent knowledge.
Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum.
No matter how improbable an assertion is, if it is made with enough assurance it has an affect. Erich Maria Remarque
Life is a disease, brother, and death begins already at birth. Every breath, every heartbeat, is a moment of dying - a little shove toward the end.
We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost.
