The Black Obelisk Quotes

“Never do anything complicated when something simple will serve as well. It's one of the most important secrets of living.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“I want to think and at the same time that's the last thing in the world I want to do.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“Everyone saves someone at least once. Just as he kills someone at least once. Even though he may not know it.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“Good or ill, life is life; you only realize that when you have to risk it.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“I am a modern man with a strong tendency to self-destruction.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“I cannot really play. Either at piano or at life; never, never have I been able to. I have always been too hasty, too impatient; something always intervenes and breaks it up. But who really knows how to play, and if he does know, what good is it to him? Is the great dark less dark for that, are the unanswerable questions less inscrutable, does the pain of despair at eternal inadequacy burn less fiercely, and can life ever be explained and seized and ridden like a tamed horse or is it always a mighty sail that carries us in the storm and, when we try to seize it, sweep us into the deep? Sometimes there is a hole in me that seems to extend to the center of the earth. What could fill it? Yearning? Dispair? Happiness? What happiness? Fatigue? Resignation? Death? What am I alive for? Yes, for what am I alive?”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“То, чего не можешь заполучить, всегда кажется лучше того, что имеешь. В этом и состоит романтика и идиотизм человеческой жизни.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“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.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“... but that's what mankind is like: they only prize what they no longer possess.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“I, too, am going to go away soon,' she says, 'I am weary and weary of my weariness. Everything is beginning to be a little empty and full of leave-taking and melancholy and waiting.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“The miracle has passed me by; it has touched but not changed me; I still have the same name and I know I will probably bear it until the end of my days; I am no phoenix; resurrection is not for me; I have tried to fly but I am tumbling like a dazzled, awkward rooster back to earth, back behind the barbed wires.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“No matter how improbable an assertion is, if it is made with enough assurance it has an affect.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“One often feels as though something had happened before, I remember. It comes quite close to you and stands there and you know it was just this way once before, exactly so; for an instant you almost know how it must go on, but then it disappears as you try to lay hold of it like smoke or a dead memory. "We could never remember, Isabelle," I say. "It's like the rain. That has also become one, out of two gasses, oxygen and hydrogen, which no longer remember they were once gasses. Now they are only rain and have no memory of an earlier time.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“Our damnable memory is a sieve. It wants to survive. And survival is only possible through forgetfulness.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“- Нет никакой причины, чтобы бежать, Рудольф, и никакой - чтобы возвращаться. Все двери одинаковы. А за ними... - Ничего. Есть только двери. Всюду только двери, а за ними ничего нет.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“Perhaps there is really nothing else when everything is falling to pieces, I think, except this bit of togetherness and even that is a sweet deception, for when someone else really needs you you cannot follow him or stand by him. I have noticed that often enough in the war when I looked into the face of a dead comrade. Each one of us has his own death and must suffer it alone; no one can help him then.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“I am thinking of those strange moments when unexpectedly a kind of second sight like a deceptive memory seems suddenly to give us glimpses of many earlier lives.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“Может быть, у смерти совсем другое имя. Мы ведь видим ее всегда только с одной стороны. Может быть, смерть - это совершенная любовь между нами и Богом.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“If things went according to death notices, man would be absolutely perfect. There you find only first-class fathers, immaculate husbands, model children, unselfish and self-sacrificing mothers, grandparents mourned by all, businessmen in contrast with whom Francis of Assisi would seem an infinite egoist, generals dripping with kindness, humane prosecuting attorneys, almost holy munitions makers - in short, the earth seems to have been populated by a horde of wingless angels without one's having been aware of it.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“My rage outweighs my shame, as always happens when one is really ashamed and knows he ought to be.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“Where is it, Rudolf?” she whispers, pressing herself against me. “Tell me where it is! Has a piece of me
been left behind everywhere? In all the mirrors I have looked into? I have seen lots of them, countless ones!
Am I scattered everywhere in them? Has each of them taken some part of me? A thin impression, a thin slice
of me? Have I been shaved down by mirrors like a piece of wood by a carpenter’s plane? What is still left of
me?”
I take her by the shoulders. “All of you is still here,” I say. “On-the contrary, mirrors add something. They
make it visible and give it to you—a bit of space, a lighted bit of our-self.”
“Myself?” She continues to cling to my hand. “But suppose it is not that way? Suppose myself is buried all
over in thousands and thousands of mirrors? How can I get it back? Oh, I can never get it back! It is lost!
Lost! It has been rubbed away like a statue that no longer has a face. Where is my face? Where is my first
face? The one before all the mirrors? The one before they began to steal me!”
“No one has stolen you,” I say in desperation. “Mirrors don’t steal. They only reflect.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“Искам да си отида; но нещо ме кара да остана. Когато човек може сам да се измъчва, той не пропуска така лесно никой удобен случай.”
― Ерих Мария Ремарк, The Black Obelisk

“A woman who is desired by someone else, even a love-starved coffinmaker, immediately becomes more precious than before. Man, as it happens, lives by relative rather than absolute values.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“— Ти не ме обичаш достатъчно — казва с мъка тя. Поглеждам я изненадан.

— Обичам те толкова, колкото мога. Изабела стои известна време мълчалива.

— Не е достатъчно — шепне тя. — Никога не е достатъчно! Никога не е достатъчно!

— Да — казвам аз. — Изглежда, никога не е достатъчно. Никога, през целия живот, никой път, с никого. Изглежда, всякога е недостатъчно и в това е нещастието на света.”
― Ерих Мария Ремарк, The Black Obelisk

“Those who consider themselves fair, are particularly ruthless.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“Здрачът изведнъж се спуска върху прозореца. Забулва го с воал от почти невидима дрезгавина. Всичко е още тук както преди — светлината вън, зеленината, жълтите пътища, двете палми в големите саксии от фаянс, небето с облачните фронтове, далечното, сиво и червено гъмжило от покриви в града, зад горите… И нищо не е вече тук както преди — здрачът го е изолирал, покрил го е с лака на преходността, приготвил го е за храна на вълци на нощта — както домакините приготвят печено с кисел сос. Само Изабел е още тук, вкопчила се в последното въже на светлината, но то вече я въвлича в драмата на вечерта, която никога не е била драма, а е драма само защото знаем, че се нарича преходност. Едва откакто сме узнали, че трябва да умрем, и защото знаем това, идилията се е превърнала в драма, кръгът — в копие, развитието — в упадък, викът — в страх, а бягството — в присъда.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“Inimene elatub 75 protsenti omaenda fantaasiast ja ainult 25 protsenti faktidest – see on tema tugevus ja tema nõrkus.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“Само идиотите мислят, че една нация е по-добра от друга.”
― Ерих Мария Ремарк, The Black Obelisk

“But you will understand me anyways, even without words. Everything is so new to me that I cannot express it; I didn’t know that my breathe could love, that my nails could love, that even my death could love. And I don’t care how much it will last, or whether I can hold it or not, or whether I will be able to express it properly.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Black Obelisk

“Когато човек се отказва от нещо, няма защо да го губи...”
― Ерих Мария Ремарк, The Black Obelisk