All Quotes By Tag: History

“As for the tokens whereof thou ask me, I may tell thee of them in part: but as touching thy life, I am not sent to shew thee.”

“Even so have I given the womb of the earth to those that be sown in it in their times.”

“Hear me, and I will instruct thee; hearken to the thing that I say, and I shall tell thee more.”

“Iniquity shall be increased above that which now thou see, or that thou hast heard long ago.”

“The land, that thou see now to have root, shall thou see wasted suddenly.”

“If the most High grant thee to live, thou shall see after the third trumpet that the sun shall suddenly shine again in the night, and the moon thrice in the day:”

“Blood shall drop out of wood, and the stone shall give his voice, and the people shall be troubled:”

“He shall rule, whom they look not for that dwell upon the earth, and the fowls shall take their flight away together:”

“The Sodomy sea shall cast out fish, and make a noise in the night, which many have not known: but they shall all hear the voice thereof.”

“Seeing thou hast now given me the way, I will proceed to speak before thee: for our mother, of whom thou hast told me that she is young, draw now nigh unto age.”

“They that be born in the strength of youth are of one fashion, and they that are born in the time of age, when the womb fail, are otherwise.”

“«Si las mujeres de nuestra generación, en vez de dedicar un tiempo precioso a bailes y a espectáculos, a modas que cambian incesantemente, a pláticas vanas y sin fruto, hubieran empleado su talento y su corazón en formar la fe en el alma de sus hijos, teniéndolos sobre sus rodilla, no veríamos en nuestro país tantos extraviados, tantos impíos, cuyo número y osadía van en continuo aumento».”

“A little murmur of admiration greeted this neat reply and on the crest of it the hostess rose to dismiss the meeting. The ladies rustled forward towards the lecturer but he, deprecating their flattery, came to greet Helena. “I was told your Majesty might do me the honor of coming.””I scarcely hoped you had recognized me. I am afraid the lecture was far above my head. But I am delighted to see you have prospered. Are you . . . are you able to travel as you wish?””Yes, I was given my freedom many years ago by a kind, foolish old woman who took a fancy for my verses.””Did you get to Alexandria?””Not yet, but I found what I wanted. Did you reach Troy, Highness?””No, oh no.” “Or Rome?””Not even there.””But you found what you wanted?””I have accepted what I found. Is that the same?””For most people. I think you wanted more.””Once. Now I am past my youth.””But your question just now. ‘When? Where? How do you know?’–was a child’s question.””That is why your religion would never do for me, Marcias. If I ever found a teacher it would have to be one who called little children to him.””That, alas, is not the spirit of the time. We live in a very old world today. We know too much. We should have to forget everything and be born again to answer your question.”

“I tried to cut through all our hurried centuries, lost in a forest within.Men broke by war emerged in frightful shape—more than human but also less, they were quite aware,the sovereign dead, that time is like a window opening up the sad patterns of never.As one they advanced— Lloyd George Georges ClemenceauAdolph Hitler —through history. But the past does not followso straightforward a path said I (predictably in Italian),and, burning under their masters, they proclaimedthe world a pendulum. It is possible, but this gives riseto the often-heard complaint that repetition is unavoidable. Still time issues into today,little fathers. The years, I believe, can be shaped with one’s hands.The world —its obscure moving fields, Persian tragedies,and countries in peace— I had to inform that council of the lost,remains an instrument, a valve instrument, which, when waning,is perfectly clear in the pit —and, being given to such classical conceptsas freedom and necessity, laboriously continued in the traditional way—I believe I believe.”

“Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you fore defeated Challengers of oblivion Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down, The square-limbed Roman letters Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well Builds his monument mockingly; For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun Die blind and blacken to the heart: Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained thoughts found The honey of peace in old poems.”