Marie Antoinette Quotes

There is nothing new under the sun.

The more you read about history, the more you realize that there is nothing new under the sun.

The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.

The common people have no history: persecuted by the present, they cannot think of preserving the memory of the past.

The great disadvantage of getting older is to be obliged to relive the salient economic events of one's youth, with nothing learned and nothing forgotten.

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

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

Their memory's like a train: you can see it getting smaller as it pulls away And the things you can't remember Tell the things you can't forget that History puts a saint in every dream.

They say every writer really just writes about one thing over and over. I guess my one thing is how the past impacts the present.

When you begin to think about the past, you realize how much of it is lost to us.

Legends are all to do with the past and nothing to do with the present.

We have a national memory in this country of about 7 minutes.

The past is never dead. It’s not even past.

I only remember the future.

Since human memory is short and does not suffice for a crowd of things, the authority of those who preceded our age, the divine emperors and kings, has decreed that those things were to be written down which the progress of fleeting time generally removes from the knowledge of men.

History is a picture gallery where there are few originals and many copies.

I like finding things that are on the fringes and sort of half-forgotten, and to remind us of those things.

He also knows that certain moments repeat themselves.

There is no present or future-only the past, happening over and over again-now.

History repeats itself over and over again, but most of us have short memories.

After a certain age - and for some of us that can be very young - there are no new people, beasts, dreams, faces, events: it has all happened before.

History, like wallpaper, repeats itself and can also make a room look old-fashioned.

We forget old stories, but those stories remain the same.

[History is] that terrible mill in which sawdust rejoins sawdust.

Antiquity! thou wondrous charm, what art thou? that being nothing art everything? When thou wert, thou wert not antiquity - then thou wert nothing, but hadst a remoter antiquity, as thou calledst it, to look back to with blind veneration; thou thyself being to thyself flat, jejune, modern! What mystery lurks in this retroversion? or what half Januses are we, that cannot look forward with the same idolatry with which we for ever revert! The mighty future is as nothing, being everything! the past is everything, being nothing!