Author of quotes: Ernst Junger

Still on the way to Mori, I felt the breath of death, and now her hand kept me quite clearly and sternly. Hard hit the bottom of the trench, I clearly realized that this is really the end. However, in a strange way, this moment one of the few that I can say that it was truly happy. Definitely some inspiration I suddenly realized my whole life till the core. I felt boundless surprise that now it's all over, but surprise it was filled with a strange gaiety.

Sorry, I forgot the name of this simple soldier, which taught me a lesson that to know a person only by seeing him in trouble.

So, the war is all about the case. The law of "small causes, great effects" here has greater force than anywhere else. It all depends on seconds and millimeters.

I noticed then that there was no artillery fire is not able to deprive a person of strength to resist, as cold and damp.

From time to time at the outbreak of the flare I saw how they sparkled a number of helmets and rifles, and I was filled with a sense of pride that I command a handful of people can be destroyed but cannot be defeated. In these moments, the human spirit triumphs over blastfurnace manifestations of the material world, and the feeble body, tempered will, ready to combat the worst thunderstorms.

It is better to be criminal than bourgeois.

Diary - the perfect genre for the one in whom so acute capacity for observation combined with no blunt sensuality.

We do not think about the benefits and practical benefit, we do not need comfort, we need only the necessary - what fate wants.

Glass is the most soulless and inanimate matter; and wine in fine glass the glass is worried, swaying spilled into an invisible form, but holding it is the content and absolute form. Therefore, to break the glass is a sign of happiness, symbolizing infinite freedom in space.

The space that scares you, it's always the same and it is equal to the skull, which encased your brain.

Error weaver, shaking his hands make the picture unique, and this corresponds to the impermanence of the world.

Boredom - not that other, as dissolved in time pain.