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... but that's what mankind is like: they only prize what they no longer possess.
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What comfort there is in the skin of someone you love!
Erich Maria Remarque
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To forget is the secret of eternal youth. One grows old only through memory. There's much too little forgetting.
Erich Maria Remarque -
That is the remarkable thing about drinking: it brings people together so quickly, but between night and morning it sets an interval again of years.
Erich Maria Remarque -
(Ravic speaking of a butterfly caught in the Louvre) In the morning it would search for flowers and life and the light honey of blossoms and would not find them and later it would fall asleep on millennial marble, weakened by then, until the grip of the delicate, tenacious feet loosened and it fell, a thin leaf of premature autumn.
Erich Maria Remarque -
Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum.
Erich Maria Remarque -
A man can gasp out his life beside you-and you feel none of it. Pity, Sympathy, sure-but you don't feel the pain. Your belly is whole and that's what counts. A half-yard away someone's world is snuffled out in roaring agony-and you feel nothing. That's the misery of the world.
Erich Maria Remarque -
The coffin, it shall protect me, though Death himself lies in it.
Erich Maria Remarque
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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.
Erich Maria Remarque -
Our knowledge of life is limited to death.
Erich Maria Remarque -
Little by little things began to assume a new aspect. The sense of insecurity vanished, words came of themselves, I was no longer so painfully conscious of everything I said. I drank on and felt the great soft wave approach and embrace me; the dark hour began to fill with pictures and stealthily the noiseless procession of dreams appeared again superimposed on the dreary, grey landscape of existence.
Erich Maria Remarque