Quotes About History

Ima take you out ya misery, and after this they gonna put you in the social study book, cuz you history

The miracle of it is this: how little things from such a long time ago can still be remembered as if they had occurred only yesterday.

Boys start life on one side of the equation and girls on another side, our father explains. The boys' side has additions and the girls' subtractions. Girls have been unfairly pushed onto the margins where human failings will harm them more. "That," he said, "is human history.

Like ginseng roots, our buried pasts have different shapes.

The real 1960s began on the afternoon of November 22, 1963. It came to seem that Kennedy's murder opened some malign trap door in American culture, and the wild bats flapped out.

For Guy Davenport--whom he told me John Barth once called the last modernist--modernism is 'a renaissance of the archaic'.

Obama became the first Democrat since Jimmy Carter, and only the second since Franklin Roosevelt, to win an outright majority (i.e., more than 50 percent of the electorate).

All you have learned from history is old ways of making mistakes. There is nothing that history can tell you about what we must do tomorrow. Only what we must not do.

In this country, there is an opportunity for the development of man's intellectual, cultural, and spiritual potentialities that has never existed before in the history of our species. I mean not simply an opportunity for greatness for a few, but an opportunity for greatness for the many.

American natives were thought to be a simple, malleable people who, once they came to understand the benefits of European faith and civilization, would embrace them.

Remember when atmospheric contaminants were romantically called stardust?

Ordinary Negroes hadn't heard of the Negro Renaissance. And if they had, it hadn't raised their wages any.

Listen, Christ,You did alright in your day, I reckon—But that day's gone now.They ghosted you up a swell story, too,Called it Bible—But it's dead now.

There's never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this 'homeland of the free.

The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.

American Heartbreak I am the American heartbreak-- The rock on which Freedom Stumped its toe-- The great mistake That Jamestown made Long ago.

You may have the worst timing since Napoleon decided the dead of winter was the right moment to invade Russia.

Pulvis et umbra sumus. It's a line from Horace. 'We are dust and shadows'. Appropriate, don't you think?" Will said. "It's not a long life, killing demons; one tends to die young, and then they burn your body - dust to dust, in the literal sense. And then we vanish into the shadows of history, nary a mark on the page of a mundane book to remind the world that once we existed at all.

It's all very romantic," Gabriel said, and then frowned. "Or it would be, if my brother could get a word out without sounding like a choking frog. I fear he will not go down in history as one of the world's greatest wooers of women.

She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.

Clary glanced past him and asked, "Where's Magnus?" "He said it would be better if he didn't come. Apparently he and the Seelie Queen have some kind of history." Isabelle raised her eyebrows. "Not that kind of history," said Alec irritably. "Some kind of feud. Though," he added, half under his breath, "the way he got around before me, I woudn't be surprised.

Hugo is a raven,and, as such he knows many things. I, meanwhile, am Hodge Starkweathe, a professor of history, as such, I do not know nearly enough.

You know the stories of my grandfather, I am sure?" Jesse asked. Lucie raised an eyebrow. "The one who turned into a great worm because of demon pox, and was slain by my father and uncles?" "I feared your parents would not have considered it the kind of tale suitable for a young lady's ears," said Jesse. "I see that was an idle concern." "They tell it every Christmas," said Lucie smugly.

How much love people have denied themselves through the ages because they believed they did not deserve it. As if the waste of love is not the greater tragedy.