Quotes About History

A legacy that powerful does not disappear. Next to the Egyptians, the Greeks and Romans were babies. Our modern nations like Great Britain and America? Blinks of an eye...The very oldest root of civilization, at least of Western civilization, is Egypt. Look at the pyramid on the dollar bill. Look at the Washington Monument—the world's largest Egyptian obelisk. Egypt is still.......very much alive.

back from when they watched black and white TV and hunted dinosaurs.

We don't know much about Otrera from the old stories. Those Ancient Greek dudes didn't care where Otrera came form or what made her tick. Why would that be? 1) She was a woman. 2) She was a scary woman. 3) She was a scary woman who killed Ancient Greek dudes.

Firenze Card when you arrive in Florence

Juan Bautista de Toledo

Churchill War Rooms: £18, daily 9:30-18:00, last entry one hour before closing.

Italy Is Made of Tuff Stuff

provides a handy and interesting passage to the Holocaust memorial

Almost everything of importance to tourists is within a few blocks of the Acropolis, in the Plaka, Monastiraki, Syntagma, and Psyrri neighborhoods.

Acropolis Loop" pedestrian walkway bordering the base of the Acropolis.

There's a Grand Designer behind everything. Your life is not a result of random chance, fate, or luck. There is a master plan. History is His story. God is pulling the strings.

We cannot turn away," Miss Woolf told her, "we must get on with our job and we must bear witness." What did that mean? Ursula wondered. "It means," Miss Woolf said, "that we must remember these people when we are safely in the future.

Back out in what passed for daylight, he was greeted by ancient, tall tenements staring blankly at each other from either side of the street, making it feel more like a tunnel, making it feel as if night had fallen. If there had been no people around, you might have mistaken it for a film set of a Dickens novel. You might have mistaken it for the past itself.

This was how people disappeared from history, wasn't it? They weren't erased, they were explained away.

Jimmy, the baby produced to celebrate the peace after the war to end all wars, was about to fight in another one.

He was becoming a walking, talking history lesson, a one-man folk museum, except that nobody was interested in learning anything from him.

The rich had always commissioned portraits of themselves but the poor moved invisibly through history.

O passado é aquilo que transportamos connosco

the bones of the church, its carcass and ribs, like medieval poetry—apse, chancel, nave, transept, clerestory, sacristy, misericord—

The war was a clumsily stitched

The coat was forties-style, made from Canadian beaver at a time when people didn't think about whether or not it was wrong to wear fur. Although Gloria would no longer wish to wear the skin of another animal on top of her own, the way she looked at it now, the beavers were already long dead and had lived the happy, uncomplicated life of Canadian beavers before the war.

Of course, the Führer promised a lot of things. It was what had got him where he was today.

Her past already seemed an antiquated curiosity—a virtual space re-created by the museum of the future.

The toll of the dead had been her business during the war, the endless stream of figures that represented the blitzed and the bombed passed across her desk to be collated and recorded. They had seemed overwhelming, but the greater figures—the six million dead, the fifty million dead, the numberless infinities of souls—were in a realm beyond comprehension.