Quotes About History

Henry III (1207–1272) was the son and successor of King John, reigning for 56 years from 1216 until his death.

Her face was a map I'd like to trace. I'd love to see where it would take me. And I'd love to see where she had been.

I can no more understand Jesus apart from his Jewishness than I can understand Gandhi apart from his Indianness. I need to go way back, and picture Jesus as a first-century Jew with a phylactery on his wrist and Palestinian dust on his sandals.

Philly would claim the greatest number of flu deaths of any city in the nation, 13,000 in all. Nor could we have imagined as we bumped along those Pennsylvania roads that this month of October 1918 would be the deadliest month in the history of the United States, with 195,000 people dying of flu.

It was probably a coin of Tiberius with, around the edge, the words TI[BERIVS] CAESAR DIVI AVG[VSTI] F[ILIVS], "Tiberius, son of the divine Augustus," another son of a god;

In the fearful years of the Yezhov terror I spent seventeen months in prison queues in Leningrad. One day somebody "identified" me . . . and whispered in my ear . . . "Can you describe this?" And I said: "Yes, I can."

In the terrible years of the Yezhov terror I spent seventeen months waiting in line outside the prison in Leningrad. One day somebody in the crowd identified me… and asked me in a whisper… "Can you describe this?" And I said: "I can."

Only the dead smiled back in those days, Being at peace and safe from abuse.

I always think about the past, it's so large and bright.

None of the places where I grew up and live in my youth exist any longer: Tsarskoe Selo, Sevastopol, Kiev, Slepnyovo, Gungerburg (Ust-Narova). The following have survived: Khersones (because it is eternal), Paris - by somebody's oversight, and Petersburg-Leningrad, so that there would be a place to lay my head.

After generation upon generation, fathers upon forefathers, mothers upon foremothers, centuries and millennia of being one colour officially and three colours unofficially, a colourful sky, just like that, could not be allowed to be.

So yes, keep the lid on, buy old books, read old books, seriously consider those scrolls and clay tablets.

Time has reversed many of the old verdicts of history which once we thought fixed, our whole theory of natural science has been changed--all that seems to us now of little use. But the lessons of justice or of injustice which we saw every day, the image of the beautiful sternness of truth or the cringing and wavering falsehood which filled the atmosphere of the old school rooms--those we remember still.

He admitted the truth, even if it made him feel like an awkward schoolboy instead of a worldly man with a history of too many lovers. "I always wanted the chance to talk to you." The disbelief in her short laugh roused another of those unwelcome pangs in his chest. She was so convinced that she was of negligible interest.

humanity, gunpowder, and blood. And felt

Lord Lyle paused at the top of the steps and glanced around the massive space with its hammer-beam roof sporting angels with the Warren shield—three gold swans on a blue background. His expression was a mixture of awe and amusement. "Good Lord, lassie, I feel like Henry the Eighth." She bit back the impulse to say that even if he took six wives, Charlotte Warren still wouldn't count among their number.

I feel like my work has been my path to freedom from having grown up in a segregated environment.

To live your life well, and have respect for what came before or after - there's a strong respect for that in African culture.

Rhetoric is what shapes history, if not truth.

This moment is in the tradition of protest poetry and art that goes back centuries. I hope that this pain will lead to beautiful works of arts."-Anna Deavere Smith

to give a clear picture of the whole scene of Italian gastronomy.

When Hitler came to power I was in the bath.

History was so quickly remade, and so successfully, that it can truly be said that the easterners did not feel then, and do not feel now, that they were the same Germans as those responsible for Hitler's regime. This sleight-of-history must rank as one of the most extraordinary innocence manoeuvres of the century. In Dresden once, on a blue

And I think about those Stasi men. They would never in their lives have imagined that they would cease to exist and that their offices would be a museum. A museum!