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Erich Maria Remarque

"And without love, one is a dead man on furlough, nothing but a scrap of paper with a few dates and a chance name on it, and we as well die."

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"And without love, one is a dead man on furlough, nothing but a scrap of paper with a few dates and a chance name on it, and we as well die."

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"The time is coming when we have to stand before the Lord to give account of our works."

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"The balance of this world is not upset by accident. It is not upset by those who blunder accidentally into wrong. Evil comes when those who know better, who have seen the pain they cause, nevertheless cause more pain."

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"You are responsible for your calling and you must give account."

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"People who sit and expects miracles are wicked."

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"You'd think (losing his job and degree for having made false claims as a researcher) would be a lesson to him," said Miss Hillyard. "It didn't pay, did it? Say he sacrificed his professional honour for the women and children we hear so much about -- but in the end it left him worse of."But that," said Peter, "was only because he committed the extra sin of being found out."

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"The reaction of whatever you do will continue punishing you (hold you accountable). I do not have to come to punish you, says God."

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"We must stop calling the looting of our national wealth, a share in the national cake."

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"And be very careful at the front, Paul.Ah, Mother, Mother! Why do I not take you in my arms and die with you. What poor wretches we are!"
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"This book is to be neither an accusation nor a confession, and least of all an adventure, for death is not an adventure to those who stand face to face with it. It will try simply to tell of a generation of men who, even though they may have escaped shells, were destroyed by the war."
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"Petnaest srećnih godina su kratke - odgovorih. Petnaest nesrećnih godina su duge i pružaju čoveku mnogo iskustva."
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"I glance at my boots. They are big and clumsy, the breeches are tucked into them, and standing up one looks well-built and powerful in those great drainpipes. But when we go bathing and strip, suddenly we have slender legs again and slight shoulders. We are no longer soldiers but little more than boys; no one would believe that we could carry packs. It is a strange moment when we stand naked; then we become civilians, and almost feel ourselves to be so. When bathing Franz Kemmerich looked as slight and frail as a child. There he lies now - buy why? The whole world ought to pass by this bed and say: 'That is Franz Kemmerich, nineteen and a half years old, he doesn't want to die. Let him not die!"
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