Quotes About History

Not all knowledge is books. Those out there, they're history in stone. Men carved them. Men sweated in this sun to put them there, to make their city more beautiful. Who are you to say what's worthy for men to see today, or tomorrow?

Aristotle might have walked here, he thought. Might have scratched out that first copy of On Sphere Making, sitting at a table right over there.

We've worshipped lots of gods in our history," she said. "We've killed most of them. You might want to be wary.

I like to define biology as the history of the earth and all its life — past, present, and future. To understand biology is to understand that all life is linked to the earth from which it came; it is to understand that the stream of life, flowing out of the dim past into the uncertain future, is in reality a unified force, though composed of an infinite number and variety of separate lives.

The sediments are a sort of epic poem of the earth.

As soon as the earth's crust cooled enough, the rains began to fall. Never have there been such rains since that time. They fell continuously, day and night, days passing into months, into years, into centuries. They poured into the waiting ocean basins, or, falling upon the continental masses, drained away to become sea.

We have been troubled about the world, and had almost lost faith in man; it helps to think about the long history of the earth, and of how life came to be. And when we think in terms of millions of years, we are not so impatient that our own problems be solved tomorrow.

The Eskimos began to make troublesome raids...

Kent State by Deborah Wiles

Grandpa has presided over the neighborhood as it went from low-income haven for immigrant families to yuppie enclave.

The greatest curse, he'd thought, was to be stuck in one's own time—and the greatest power was to see beyond its horizons. Studying history had given him the illusion of observing safely from outside the trap. Only that's what the world was: a trap. The circumstances you were born to, the situations you found yourself in—to dodge that fray was impossible. And what you did within it was your life.

The faded silhouette of Masada offered itself, its mute lines clear testimony for those who knew to read what was written there. A stark choice. Self-immolation or slavery. Freedom or life, but not both.

And because history cared not at all if the negligent left its missives unread, she insisted on caring.

And a reminder too of the sole faith that still offered her a semblance of comfort-- the faith that history, soulless god though it was, never failed to offer what must be understood.

There's a hole in you where your heart once was. And in its place, you've put history.

If we looked through the eyes of history, we'd live differently. We'd live right.

He gave a hum of recognition. 1657. The early days of the readmission of Jews to England, after nearly four centuries of official expulsion.

history, soulless god though it was, never failed to offer what must be understood.

But it seemed to him nonetheless that the god these people had just prayed to was the present: a world in which they felt compelled to act, stepping into the history flowing right in front of their feet; making choices in the knowledge that they might fail.

One out of three." He spoke quietly but with an intensity she instantly feared. "One out of every three Jews in the world. In my country, in Poland, nine out of every ten of us died.

You name a country, and I'll tell you about a time it became obsessed with killing Jews.

Yes, and how did Josephus know?" continued Helen. "He wasn't on Masada, he was with the Roman army.

This was before the Nazis settled on a more efficient method—machine-gunning Jews into the Babi Yar canyon, thirty thousand in two days.

Marrano" was the Spanish word for "pig." Pretty much sums up Catholic Spain's view of Jews.)