Quotes About History

The past is no further away than the last breath you took.

Do you not see how strange and wonderful that is? That all history balances on an affair of the human heart?

Is time the wheel that turns, or the track it leaves behind?

You make no sense! You went somewhere to discover your place in history? How can that be? History is what is done and behind us."     He shook his head, slowly this time. "History is what we do in our lives. We create it as we go along." He smiled enigmatically. "The future is another kind of history.

I wonder if I can write this history, or if on every page there will be some sneaking show of a bitterness I thought long dead. I think myself cured of all spite, but when I touch pen to paper, the hurt of a boy bleeds out with the sea-spawned ink, until I suspect each carefully formed black letter scabs over some ancient scarlet wound.

History is what we do in our lives. We create it as we go along.' He smiled enigmatically. 'The future is another kind of history.

All of history, a great wheel, turning inexorably. Just as seasons come and go, just as the moon moves endlessly through her cycle, so does time. The same wars are fought, the same plagues descend, the same folk, good or evil, rise to power. Humanity is trapped on that wheel, doomed endlessly to repeat the mistakes we have we have already made. Unless someone comes to change it.

No one lives forever," the walls seemed to say. "Four stones stacked atop one another will outlive all your dreams and still stand when your descendants have long forgotten that you lived here.

The problem is not that we forget the past. It is that we recall it too well. Children recall wrongs that enemies did to their grandfathers, and blame the granddaughters of the old enemies.

The Fool had always asserted that time moved in a great circle, but a decaying one, where at every turning humanity repeated mistakes, making them ever graver.

It was a child's logic, too simplistic to be real. Make it all go back to the way it was before, he proposed. Could not he see that history was not a cup of tea, to be poured back into a pot?

He shook his head, slowly this time. "History is what we do in our lives. We create it as we go along." He smiled enigmatically. "The future is another kind of history.

The last scroll was rolled so tight it seemed almost solid. Likely it was the oldest. As I forced it open it broke in pieces: two, three, and eventually five. I regretted doing it, but it was the only way to read it. If it had stayed coiled much longer, it would have crumbled into bits, never to be read again.

The past had broken free of my effort to define and understand it. History is no more fixed and dead than the future. The past is no further away than the last breath you took.

My father may once have been an assassin. My mother remained one.

Humans die and the memories of who they were and what they did fade. But stone remembers its task.

Some old warriors are like good weapons. Their scars become the patina of experience and wisdom.

When people do not know the past, they make the same mistakes their forebears made

Tomorrow owes you the sum of your yesterdays. No more than that. And no less.

Nothing's forgotten. Nothing is ever forgotten.

Those who idealize the past tend not to understand it: restoration kills it with kindness.

Jesus's crucifixion was an inescapable fact and, for Paul, it must therefore have a profound meaning. Thus the crucifixion became, for Paul, the primary proof of Jesus as Son of God and the central event in salvation history, and he came to be regarded, over time, as arguably the most vehement and eloquent expositor of the crucifixion's significance.

THE IMAGE OF Christ crucified is so ubiquitous in Christian art that it seems impossible that it was not there from the first. Yet, art historians have been unable to identify an unambiguously Christian crucifix before the fourth or early fifth century, and only a few examples before the sixth century. Though crosses and episodes from the events of Christ's Passion began to appear on Christian artifacts by the mid-fourth century, none ever depicted Christ on the cross.

The pre-Great War British Army, with a world-wide empire to protect, could only muster a total of 11 regular divisions, the same as the Balkan state of Serbia