Quotes About Chronicle

Why write about the past? Well, there's more of it.

Unlike poetry and music, the art of history is cumulative.

History: gossip well told.

History portrays everything as if it could not have come otherwise. History is on the side of what happened.

The first profile piece on myself came about after my Rabbi sent information to the Jewish Chronicle on what I was up to. The story was then picked up by one of the nationals and things grew from there.

If there is a good story, I will take it up.

It is the soothing thing about history that it does repeat itself.

History is a cyclic poem written by time upon the memories of man.

The past actually happened. History is what someone took the time to write down.

Time passes. That's for sure.

History is only time furnished with dates and rich with events.

Through music time is tamed, although music never forgets to remind us of time's faceless mission.

History and memory share events; that is, they share time and space. Every moment is two moments.

In broad terms, culture may be viewed as the symbolic construction of the vast array of a social group's life experiences. Culture is the embodiment, the chronicle of a group's history

events were burned into his memory and so he used them to remember time

Full is my heart of revelry and grace. But suddenly he fell in grievous case; For ever the latter end of joy is woe. God knows that worldly joys do swiftly go; And if a rhetorician could but write, He in some chronicle might well indite And mark it down as sovereign in degree.

History is the daughter of time.

Truly time should be measured by events, and not by the lapse of hours.

Wherever anything lives, there is, open somewhere, a register in which time is being inscribed.

We met at nine We met at eight I was on time No, you were late Ah yes! I remember it well.

To wind the mighty secrets of the past, And turn the key of time.

I know, my dear Watson, that you share my love of all that is bizarre and outside the conventions and humdrum routine of everyday life. You have shown your relish for it by the enthusiasm which has prompted you to chronicle, and, if you will excuse my saying so, somewhat to embellish so many of my own little adventures.

Such bickerings to recount, met often in these our writers, what more worth is it than to chronicle the wars of kites or crows flocking and fighting in the air?

All photographs are time exposures, of shorter or longer duration, and each describes a discrete parcel of time.