Quotes About History

I know whom we must fight...it is the Church. For all its history, it's tried to suppress and control every natural impulse.That is what the Church does, and every church is the same: control, destroy, obliterate every good feeling.

There is time, and there is beyond time. History belongs to time, but truth belongs to what is beyond time. In writing of things as they should have been, you are letting truth into history. You are the word of God.

in writing like this, he was letting truth from beyond time into history, and thus making history the handmaid of posterity and not its governor...

the history of human life has been a struggle between wisdom and stupidity. She and the rebel angels, the followers of wisdom, have always tried to open minds; the Authority and his churches have always tried to keep them closed.

la historia de la vida humana ha consistido en una lucha entre la sabiduría y la estupidez.

That's interesting," said Dr. Lieberson. "History's not over, you see. It's happening all the time.

eighteenth century. It had never been planned; it had grown piecemeal, with past and present overlapping at every spot, and the final effect was one of jumbled and squalid grandeur.

I don't know who will join with us, but I know whom we must fight. It is the Magisterium, the Church. For all its history—and that's not long by our lives, but it's many, many of theirs—it's tried to suppress and control every natural impulse. And when it can't control them, it cuts them out.

Debo ser discreto, no imponerle a la historia ni mi persona ni mis opiniones. Debo mantenerme sobrio durante las horas de trabajo; debo conservar la salud. No debo aceptar demasiados compromisos de otra índole: no se puede servir a dos señores. Debo seguir el consejo de la historia: hay secretos entre nosotros, y revelarlos sería incurrir en la más grosera de las deslealtades. Y debo estar dispuesto a aceptar determinadas obcecaciones y excentricidades de mi jefa.

Lives had been spent here—people had loved one another and eaten and drunk and laughed and betrayed and been afraid of death—and not a single fragment of that remained. White stones, black shadows.

There is time, and there is what is beyond time. History belongs to time, but truth belongs to what is beyond time.

The News of the World no longer exists. How nice to realise that even the most offensive things will eventually require a footnote to explain what they were.

This rivalry was hundreds of years old, and very deep and satisfying.

Everyone becomes a part of history whether they like it or not and whether they know it or not.

And as Lindbergh's election couldn't have made clearer to me, the unfolding of the unforeseen was everything. Turned wrong way round, the relentless unforeseen was what we schoolchildren studied as History, harmless history, where everything unexpected in its own time is chronicled on the page as inevitable. The terror of the unforeseen is what the science of history hides, turning a disaster into an epic.

He had learned the worst lesson that life can teach - that it makes no sense. And when that happens the happiness is never spontaneous again. It is artificial and, even then, bought at the price of an obstinate estrangement from oneself and one's history.

How Far back must we go to discover the beginning of trouble?

Great artists, as history reveals, have been harshly persecuted time and again by the frightened and ill-educated

How far back must you go to discover the beginning of trouble?

Maybe, despite ideology, politics, and history, a genuine catastrophe is always personal bathos at the core. Life can't be impugned for any failure to trivialize people. You have to take your hat off to life for the techniques at its disposal to strip a man of his significance and empty him totally of his pride.

One's story isn't a skin to be shed— it's inescapable, one's body and blood. You go on pumping it out till you die, the story veined with the themes of your life, the ever-recurring story that's at once your invention and the invention of you.

The terror of the unforeseen is what the science of history hides, turning a disaster into an epic.

He had seen how improbable it is that we should come from one another and how improbable it is that we do come from one another. Birth, succession, the generations, history—utterly improbable. He had seen that we don't come from one another, that it only appears that we come from one another.

ero una biografia in moto perpetuo, memoria sino al midollo delle ossa.