Click for the next quote

 

Quote mark   The storm lashes us, out of the confusion of grey and yellow the hail of splinters whips forth the childlike cries of the wounded, and in the night shattered life groans painfully into silence. Our hands are earth, our bodies clay and our eyes pools of rain. We do not know whether we are still alive. Quote mark

Erich Maria Remarque, in 'All Quiet on the Western Front'

 

Previous quote     Summary Page     Next Quote

 

 

bal   Click the picture above or a blue arrow to see the previous or next quote, or click here to go back to the Frontpage of the 'Heritage of the Great War'