A Quote by Erich Maria Remarque on body and death


Monotonously the lorries sway, monotonously come the calls, monotonously falls the rain. It falls on our heads and on the heads of the dead up the line, on the body of the little recruit with the wound that is so much too big for his hip; it falls on Kemmerich's grave; it falls in our hearts.

Erich Maria Remarque (1897 - 1970)

Source: All Quiet on the Western Front, 1929

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