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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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"God does not have any business with irresponsible people."
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"If many good things have not happened in your life, God is not to be blamed."
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"The level of our responsibility in things of God determines our level of prosperity."
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"Apology means nothing without change, you have to follow it up with action."
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"Your life is a result of life`s principles that you either observed or violated."
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"It's difficult to accept full responsibility and apportion blame at the same time " you have to choose one."
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"Forgive them, you might say, for they know not what they do. But there comes a moment in history when ignorance is no longer a forgivable offense, a moment when only wisdom has the power to absolve."
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"We often blame our government for their lack of responsibility, socially and politically. We forget that that is only a result of the societal irresponsibility in general."
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"You cannot break any of God`s laws, you can only break yourself."
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"For how long are you going to continue making excuses? When have you ever solved anything through excuses?"
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"We don't act like that because we are in good humor we are in a good humor because otherwise we should go to pieces."
Loneliness
"Sweet words. Gentle deceptive balm. Help, love, to belong together, to come back again- words, sweet words. Nothing but words. How many words existed for this simple, wild, cruel attraction of two bodies! What a rainbow of imagination, lies, sentiment, and self-deception enclosed it!"
Attraction
"Beside us lies a fair-headed recruit in utter terror. He has buried his face in his hands, his helmet has fallen off. I fish hold of it and try to put it back on his head. He looks up, pushes the helmet off and like a child creeps under my arm, his head close to my breast. The little shoulders heave. Shoulders just like Kemmerich's. I let him be."
Compassion
"One always expects something else."
Inspirational
"The things men did or felt they had to do."
Gratitude
"Bombardment, barrage, curtain-fire, mines, gas, tanks, machine-guns, hand-grenades - words, words, but they hold the horror of the world."
Horror
"How senseless is everything that can ever be written, done, or thought, when such things are possible. It must be all lies and of no account when the culture of a thousand years could not prevent this stream of blood being poured out, these torture-chambers in their hundreds of thousands. A hospital alone shows what war is."
Humanity
"I lie down on many a station platform; I stand before many a soup kitchen; I squat on many a bench; - then at last the landscape becomes disturbing, mysterious, and familiar. It glides past the western windows with its villages, their thatched roofs like caps, pulled over the white-washed, half-timbered houses, its corn-fields, gleaming like mother-of-pearl in the slanting light, its orchards, its barns and old lime trees. The names of the stations begin to take on meaning and my heart trembles. The train stamps and stamps onward. I stand at the window and hold on to the frame. These names mark the boundaries of my youth."
Travel
"Where would the world be if we took every man to book? There were thousands of Kantoreks, all of whom were convinced that they were acting for the best- in a way that cost them nothing."
Responsibility
"We were trained in the army for ten weeks and in this time more profoundly influenced than by ten years at school. We learned that a bright button is weightier than four volumes of Schopenhauer. At first astonished, then embittered, and finally indifferent, we recognised that what matters is not the mind but the boot brush, not intelligence but the system, not freedom but drill. We became soldiers with eagerness and enthusiasm, but they have done everything to knock that out of us. After three weeks it was no longer incomprehensible to us that a braided postman should have more authority over us than had formerly our parents, our teachers, and the whole gamut of culture from Plato to Goethe."
Memory
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