Quotes About History

I know they's a lots of things in a family history that just plain aint so. Any family. The stories get passed on and the truth gets passed over. As the saying goes.

I know that to be female is an older thing even than to be human.

Is history about money?

Los recuerdos de los hombres son inciertos y el pasado que fue difiere muy poco del pasado que no fue.

The world to come must be composed of what is past. No other material is at hand.

One of the things I realized was that the universe had been evolving for countless billions of years

At one time I could have seen myself living there. It was built by my great-grandfather. I've seen photographs of it and it was quite beautiful.

Men's memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not -Judge Holden

Sizce o devrin insanlar? daha m? gaddard?? diye sordu memur. Adam sel alt?ndaki kasabaya bak?yordu. Hay?r, dedi. DeÄŸildi. Rabbim ilkini yaratt??? günden beri ayn? insanoÄŸlu.

He can neither read nor write and in him broods already a taste for mindless violence. All history present in that visage, the child the father of the man.

All of history a rehearsal for its own extinction

SönmüÅŸ aÅŸklar?n fani ete kaz?nm?? efsaneleri.

The cranes were moving south and he watched their thin echelons trail along those unseen corridors writ in their blood a hundred thousand years.

People dont feel safe no more, he said. We're like the Comanches was two hundred years ago. We dont know what's goin to show up here come daylight. We dont even know what color they'll be.

Memories dim with age. There is no repository for our images. The loved ones who visit us in dreams are strangers. To even see aright is effort. We seek some witness but the world will not provide one. This is the third history. It is the history that each man makes alone out of what is left to him. Bits of wreckage. Some bones. The words of the dead. How make a world of this? How live in that world once made?

I know they was families got thowed off their farms back in the thirties by the TVA and come to Anderson County and got thowed off all over again. They was even families had been removed from their homesteads in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in the thirties, TVA in the thirties again, and the atom bomb in the forties. By that time they didnt have nothin.

And she says you cant change history and that ruins should be left to ruin. And she's right. But that the craft of stonemasonry should be allowed to vanish from this world is just not negotiable for me. Somewhere there is someone who wants to know. Nor will I have to seek him out. He'll find me.

It is supposed to be true that those who do not know history are condemned to repeat it. I don't believe knowing can save us. What is constant in history is greed and foolishness and a love of blood and this is a thing that even God - who knows all that can be known - seems powerless to change.

The house was built in 1872. Seventy-seven years later his grandfather was the first to die in it. What others had lain in state in that hallway had been carried there on a gate or wrapped in a wagonsheet or delivered crated up in a raw pineboard box with a teamster standing at the door with a bill of lading. The ones that came at all. For the most part they were dead by rumor. A yellowed scrap of newsprint. A letter. A telegram.

See him. You could say that he's sustained by his fellow men, like you. Has peopled the shore with them calling to him. A race that gives suck to the maimed & the crazed, that wants their wrong blood in its history & will have it.

But anyone who doesnt understand that the Manhattan Project is one of the most significant events in human history hasnt been paying attention. It's up there with fire and language. It's at least number three and it may be number one. We just dont know yet. But we will.

Die Geschichte ist eine Sammlung von Papier. Ein paar verblassende Erinnerungen. Nach einer Weile ist das, was nicht geschrieben steht, nie geschehen.

One could even say that what endows any thing with significance is solely the history in which it has participated. Yet wherein does that history lie?

The streetlamps stood in globes of vapor and the buildings were dark and sweating. At times the city seemed older than Nineveh.