Quotes About History

There's always one thing we depend on. And if someone takes it away, all that's left is some story in a history class.

Their bodies fit perfectly like this, two continents pulled eons ago but now rejoined.

The war will end one day. Wars always do.

Some history clique had applied averaging software to the world's great spiritual books, then programmed it to spit out godlike decrees. For some reason, the software had told them not to eat pigs.

In the upper right corner, Gamma Matsui was kicking a new tech religion. Some history clique had applied averaging software to the world's great spiritual books, then programmed it to spit out godlike decrees. For some reason, the software had told them not to eat pigs. "Who would do that in the first place?" Aya asked.

Ireland had clung to her youth, indeed to her childhood, longer and more tenaciously than any other country in Europe, resisting Change, Alteration, Reconstruction to the very last.

The upshot of it has been that the spirit of the Past is now widely regarded amongst us as a purely immaterial force pumping a million times a day in the rose-pink heart of every true Irishman.

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Was she the worst possible candidate or are you the most arrogant, ill, and unqualified electorate in the history of the Western world?

I guess love laughs at history a little.

It is funny, but it strikes me that a person without anecdotes that they nurse while they live, and that survive them, are more likely to be utterly lost not only to history but the family following them. Of course this is the fate of most souls, reducing entire lives, no matter how vivid and wonderful, to those sad black names on withering family trees, with half a date dangling after and a question mark.

He saw a picture in his mind of a terrible piling up of the dead. It came from his contemplation of the church, but it had its own clarity: the row on row, the deep rotting earth hollowed out to hold them, while the efforts of the living, with all their works and wars and great buildings, were no more than the beat of a wing against the weight of time.

No child or future generation will ever know what this was like. They will never understand. When it is over we will go quietly among the living and we will not tell them. We will talk and sleep and go about our business like human beings. We will seal what we have seen in the silence of our hearts and no words will reach us.

During the Labor Day Hurricane of 1935, winds were past 200 miles per house and people caught outside were sandblasted to death. Rescue workers found nothing but their shoes and belt buckles… In 1938, the hurricane put downtown Providence, Rhode Island, under 10 feet of ocean. The waves generated by that storm were so huge that they literally shook the earth; seismographs in Alaska picked up their impact 5,000 miles away.

The word freedom comes from vridom, which means "beloved" in medieval German, and is thought to reflect the idea that only people in one's immediate group were considered worthy of having rights or protection. Outsiders, on the other hand, could be tortured, enslaved, or killed at will. This was true throughout the world and for most of human history, and neither law nor religion nor common decency held otherwise.

Some scholars, including Weatherford, believe that the Great Wall of China was built as much to keep their own people in as to keep the "barbarians" out.

The six other members of the Traitorous Eight bought shares, and Robert Noyce saw to it that his small alma mater, Grinnell College, was invited to participate.

The tragic history of Spanish America was ready to be written . . . in blood.

Since the creation of the five families in 1931, the Lucchese borgata had proved to be the most stable and least divisive of the New York families.

Captain Ahab was neither my first husband nor my last.

air hostesses, who, until the 1950s, had to be unmarried white women under the age of thirty-five.

We each have our own narratives. The noise in our head, the worldview that is unique to us, the history and beliefs and perceptions that shape who we are and what we choose.

I remember thinking that the Germans must have had a very fine view of all the neighborhoods they were obliterating.

Sometimes you have to fight for the past and sometimes you have to let go.