Plato Quotes

No two floods are alike.

History: a collection of epitaphs.

Stranger, pause and look; From the dust of ages Lift this little book, Turn the tattered pages, Read me, do not let me die! Search the fading letters finding Steadfast in the broken binding All that once was I!

History is the memory of things said and done.

People have an annoying habit of remembering things they shouldn't.

Remembering is a noble and necessary act. The call of memory, the call to memory, reaches us from the very dawn of history. No commandment figures so frequently, so insistently, in the Bible. It is incumbent upon us to remember the good we have received, and the evil we have suffered.

Time is passing...yet for the United States of America, there will be no forgetting September the 11th.

The past is more than a memory.

...2009 saw the eighth 'ten-year flood' of Fargo, North Dakota, since 1989. In Iowa, Cedar Rapids was hit last year by a flood that exceeded the 500-year flood plain. All-time flood records are being broken in areas throughout the world.

Those unable to catalog the past are doomed to repeat it.

This is the biggest cemetery for Jews, Poles, Roma and Sinti. It must tell us that we have to come back here again and again. We must keep the memory of the worst crime in human history alive for those who were born later.

I am not writing in metaphors. I am writing about catastrophes.

What I fear is not being forgotten after my death, but, rather, not being enough forgotten. As we were saying, it is not our books that survive, but our poor lives that linger in the histories.

And so there would always be more to remember that could no longer be seen...our history is always returning to a little patch of weeds and saplings with an old chimney sticking up by itself...and here I look ahead to the resting of my case: I love the house that belonged to the chimney, holding it bright in memory, and love the saplings and the weeds.

But a man is not forgotten, as long as there are two people left under the sky. One, to tell the story; the other, to hear it.

Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it.

Only the vanquished remember history.

Places remember events.

Those who cannot condemn the past repeat it in order to remember it.

There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.

History repeats herself.

History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.

What is not recorded is not remembered.

If you don't remember history accurately, how can you learn?

If we seek to keep the past alive, we end, I think, by distorting it.