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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.
We are forlorn like children, and experienced like old men, we are crude and sorrowful and superficial—I believe we are lost.
Modesty and conscientiousness receive their reward only in novels. In life they are exploited and then shoved aside.
Strange how complicated we can make things just to avoid showing what we feel!
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.
Never do anything complicated when something simple will serve as well. It's one of the most important secrets of living.
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.
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.
To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.
