"I'm forty years old, I went to school, I studied and pondered, I gained knowledge and experience, refined through the filter of passions, hardened through the anvil of experiences, every year I became colder and more brittle - I didn't believe in anything anymore, and it didn't occur to me that I could ever be so naive again, but no. nothing used, experience does not hold back, knowledge does not sober up - the fire of passion chews its way through cynicism like dry wood that has been rotting for years.
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Erich Maria RemarqueAll Translations
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I'm forty years old, I went to school, I studied and pondered, I gained knowledge and experience, refined through the filter of passions, hardened through the anvil of experiences, every year I became colder and more brittle - I didn't believe in anything anymore, and it didn't occur to me that I could ever be so naive again, but no. nothing used, experience does not hold back, knowledge does not sober up - the fire of passion chews its way through cynicism like dry wood that has been rotting for years.
""Negyvenéves vagyok, iskolába jártam, tanultam és töprengtem, tudást és tapasztalatot szereztem, szenvedélyek szűrőjén finomodtam, élmények üllőjén keményedtem, évről évre hidegebb és ridegebb lettem - már nem hittem semmiben, és eszembe sem jutott, hogy még ilyen naiv lehetek valaha, de íme nem használt semmi, a tapasztalat nem tart vissza, a tudás nem józanít - a szenvedély tüze átrágja magát a cinizmuson, mint a száraz fán, mely évek óta korhad."