Quotes About History

History is a record of effects the vast majority of which nobody intended to produce.

More than anything I wish he were here with me. A relationship is an accumulation of shared history, he'd said to me once. And here I was making history without him. It's lonely. And I can't wait to go home. Parts of me are showing through my Aqua, and I'm having a hard time keeping them separate.

Again from Napoleon: The nature of Christ's existence is mysterious, I admit; but this mystery meets the wants of man — reject it and the world is an inexplicable riddle; believe it, and the history of our race is satisfactorily explained.

It is true that there have been other religions with millions of adherents, but it is also true that the existence and progress of the Church is something unique in history to say nothing of the fact that Christianity has attracted to itself the profoundest thinkers of the human race, and is in no way hindered by the ever-advancing tide of human knowledge. G. Thomas

The most marvelous and astonishing thing in nineteen centuries of history is the power of His life over the members of the Christian Church. 50/104 George Bancroft said: I find the name of Jesus Christ written on the top of every page of modern history.

The sages and heroes of history are receding from us, and history contracts the record of their deeds into a narrower and narrower page. But time has no power over the name and deeds and words of Jesus Christ.

Greenleaf concludes that the resurrection of Christ is one of the best-supported events in history according to the laws of legal evidence administered in courts of justice.

After spending more than seven hundred hours studying this subject and thoroughly investigating its foundation, I came to the conclusion that the resurrection of Jesus Christ is either one of the most wicked, vicious, heartless hoaxes ever foisted on humanity, or it is the most important fact in history.

Concerning the boast of Voltaire on the extinction of Christianity and the Bible in 100 years, Geisler and Nix point out that only fifty years after his death the Geneva Bible Society used his press and house to produce stacks of Bibles. 32/ 123,124 WHAT AN IRONY OF HISTORY!

History is not coherent; moreover, the politics of coherence tend to drive history in the least tolerable directions.

We had the great good fortune and shortcomings of character that marked every generation that had never seen war.

I took a walk from Friedrichstrasse Station. That appears to be the train station from which I left in 1983 and in 1988. Then, it was a threatening place, with policemen carrying machine guns and parading around with dogs. Today I walked out to a commercial paradise of stores and of—policemen with machine guns and German shepherds. In fact, there were more police now than then.

Love of ruins for an architect, he claimed, was quite natural, at least after a long career.

If every vampire who said he was at The Crucifixion, was actually there, it would have been like Woodstock . . .

I came into poetry feeling as though, on some level, these words were not just mine but my grandparents', their parents'.

The most powerful poetry is birthed through cracks in history, through what is broken and unseen.

History will always find you, and wrap you In its thousand arms.

Emerging from a story, a poem, the Earth, a time in history, or from the body of our mothers is sometimes explosive, chaotic, frightening, yet always awe-inspiring and humbling. We can use the energy to create fresh structures, or we can destroy or be destroyed. The energy can have power over us or empower us, and even what is destructive might clear the debris so that fresh life can emerge from embers or ashes.

Within a few generations we had gone from being nearly one hundred percent of the population of this continent to less than one-half of one percent. We were all haunted.

I lay my body down in another city, another hotel room. Once Louis Armstrong and his band stayed here. Later the hotel fell to trash. New money resurrected it. Under the red moon of justice, I dream with the king of jazz.

Those Old Ones followed me, the quiet girl with the long dark hair, The daughter of a warrior who wouldn't give up. I wasn't ready yet, to fling free the cross I ran and I ran through the 2 A.M. streets. It was my way of breaking free. I was anything but history. I was the wind.

You were born of a generation that promised to help remember.

I've learned there are many genealogies. Within our family is a genealogy of rage. There is also a genealogy of justice. I would show you a map, but I am still searching the roadway for casualties.

I was anything but history. I was the wind.