{"quotes":[{"text":"A man dreams of a miracle and wakes up to loaves of bread.","author":"Erich Maria Remarque","tags":["all-quiet-on-the-western-front","front-lines","miracle","miracles","soldiers","war","wwi"],"id":8150,"author_id":"Erich+Maria+Remarque"},{"text":"In a curious failure of comprehension, I looked alertly about me for possible targets for all this artillery fire, not, apparently, realizing that it was actually ourselves that the enemy gunners were trying for all they were worth to hit.","author":"Ernst Jünger","tags":["biographical","history","memoir","war","wwi"],"id":23042,"author_id":"Ernst+J%C3%BCnger"},{"text":"I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.","author":"Sebastian Faulks","tags":["reflection","war","wwi"],"id":40004,"author_id":"Sebastian+Faulks"},{"text":"But the old man would not so, but slew his son,And half the seed of Europe, one by one.","author":"Wilfred Owen","tags":["martyrdom","war","wwi"],"id":44980,"author_id":"Wilfred+Owen"},{"text":"Mute in that golden silence hung with green,Come down from heaven and bring me in your eyesRemembrance of all beauty that has been,And stillness from the pools of Paradise.","author":"Siegfried Sassoon","tags":["great-war","poetry","sassoon","world-war-one","wwi"],"id":45994,"author_id":"Siegfried+Sassoon"},{"text":"But how intolerable bright the morning is where we who are alive and remain, walk lifted up, carried forward by an effective word.","author":"David Jones","tags":["military","trauma","war","wwi"],"id":48065,"author_id":"David+Jones"},{"text":"Irony is the attendant of hope and the fuel of hope is innocence.","author":"Paul Fussell","tags":["hope","innocence","irony","wwi"],"id":55677,"author_id":"Paul+Fussell"},{"text":"What remains to us here, behind the Yser, is not much more than a strip of land almost impossible to defend; a few rain-soaked trenches around razed villages; roads blown to smithereens, unusable by any vehicle; a creaky old horse cart we haul around ourselves, loaded with crates of damp ammunition that are constantly on the verge of sliding into a canal, forcing us to slog like madmen for every ten yards of progress as we stifle our warning cries; the snarling officers in the larger dug-outs, walled off with boards, where the privates have to bail water every day and brush the perpetual muck off their superiors’ boots; the endless crouching as we walk the trenches, grimy and smelly; our louse-ridden uniforms; our arseholes burning with irritation because we have no clean water for washing them after our regular attacks of diarrhoea; our stomach cramps as we crawl over heavy clods of earth like trolls in some gruesome fairy tale; the evening sun slanting down over the barren expanse; infected fingers torn by barbed wire; the startling memory of another, improbable life, when a thrush bursts into song in a mulberry bush or a spring breeze carries the smell of grassy fields from far behind the front line, and we throw ourselves flat on our bellies again as howitzers open fire out of nowhere, the crusts of bread in our hands falling into the sludge at the boot-mashed bottom of the stinking trench.","author":"Stefan Hertmans","tags":["war","wwi"],"id":57647,"author_id":"Stefan+Hertmans"},{"text":"Its magnificence was indescribable, and its magnitude was inconceivable. She felt overwhelmed in the presence of its greatness. Pg 87.","author":"Mona Rodriguez","tags":["1920s","40-years-and-a-day","40-years-in-a-day","best-historical-fiction","book","cafe-society","dianne-vigorito","ellis-island","fiction","forty-years-in-a-day","hell-s-kitchen","historical-fiction","immigration","italian-american-book","italy","mona-marzano","mona-rodriguez","new-historical-fiction","new-york","novel","prohibition","statue-of-liberty","suffrage","suffragist-movement","top-fiction","women-s-rights","world-war-i","wwi"],"id":61760,"author_id":"Mona+Rodriguez"},{"text":"And this I know: all these things that now, while we are still in the war, sink down in us like a stone, after the war shall waken again, and then shall begin the disentanglement of life and death.","author":"Erich Maria Remarque","tags":["after-war","all-quiet-on-the-western-front","life-and-death","soldier","soldiers","war","wwi"],"id":68516,"author_id":"Erich+Maria+Remarque"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":46,"pages":5,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}