Quotes About History

Yes, she said. 'I Been Working on the Railroad.'There's just two things I'm worried about with that: the grammar and the use of slave labor.

Why not admit history's power to divide and destroy? Why attach ourselves to the age-old stories in the belief that they are truer than the new ones? By living in the past, you always know what comes next, and that robs you of surprises. It exhausts and warps the mind. We are lucky simply to be alive together; why get differentiating and judgmental about who is here among us? Thank God there is anyone at all.

What is Jazz? Dude, if you have to ask, you'll never know.

I am not a cynic, but I do know that history is the propaganda of the victors.

All war is fratricide, and there is therefore an infinite chain of blame that winds its circuitous route back and forth across the path and under the feet of every people and every nation, so that a people who are the victims of one time become the victimisers a generation later, and newly liberated nations resort immediately to the means of their former oppressors.

a few sagging houses whose stones had lost their mortar and were held together only by gravity and habit

as the human race is incapable of learning anything from history.

He does not know that the ultimate truth is that history ought to consist only of the anecdotes of the little people who are caught up in it.

few sagging houses whose stones had lost their mortar and were held together only by gravity and habit

Monogamy was an invention of men who wished to reduce the power of women over them.

I do not want you to believe any of this because it is all crap, but it is the crap in which the piles of our psuedo-European culture are embedded, so you had better understand it because no one who does not understand the history and taxonomy of crap will ever come to know the difference between crap and pseudocrap and noncrap....

Once more, as in the times of Nero and Diocletian and Attila, people were whispering of the Antichrist.

Gerçekten de ilginç ne varsa hep gizli kapakl? yaÅŸan?yor. Ä°nsanlar?n gerçek tarihleri hakk?nda hiçbir ÅŸey bilinmiyor..

Historical novels are, without question, the best way of teaching history, for they offer the human stories behind the events and leave the reader with a desire to know more.

Much of the study of history is a matter of comparison, of relating what was happening in one area to what was happening elsewhere, and what had happened in the past. To view a period in isolation is to miss whatever message it has to offer.

Nobody should ever try to second-guess history; the facts are fantastic enough.

Ours was a family in which everybody was constantly reading, and where literature, politics, history, and the events of the prize ring were discussed at breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

We must not lose touch with what we were, with what we had been, nor must we allow the well of our history to dry up, for a child without tradition is a child crippled before the world. Tradition can also be an anchor of stability and a shield to guard one from irresponsibility and hasty decision.

My folks built blood into the foundations of this country and I don't aim to see them torn down for no reason whatsoever.

The whole town was like that. Probably there weren't three men in town who had not used guns, and used them a lot.

No telling what those men wanted... but in these times there were white men with bloodier hands than any Indian...

Men have passed on the knowledge of how to mix cement, lay brick, splice a line, navigate a ship, make steel, and dozens of other crafts, yet in politics, statecraft, and social relationships we continue to repeat old mistakes.

many Europeans were enslaved in North Africa and elsewhere. Africans were enslaved here, and slavery of one kind or another existed over much of the world. Even the poor of Europe lived lives but little different from those of slaves, and in many cases they were worse off. Slaves were at least fed and clothed by their masters, and the poor of Europe had no such care.

The old towns, the ghost towns, no longer belong to men. The desert and the mountains have taken them back, gathered them into their arms and made them one with the trees and brush and rocks.