#historical

Historically, foreign powers have always been the ones to keep Latin nations divided. ↗

— Evo Morales

#been #divided #foreign #foreign powers #historically

Historically, San Franciscans have not valued street trees as much as other communities have. ↗

— Gavin Newsom

#franciscans #historically #much #other #san

The Renaissance is studded by the names of the artists and architects, with their creations recorded as great historical events. ↗

— Arthur Erickson

#artists #creations #events #great #historical

Asking the author of historical novels to teach you about history is like expecting the composer of a melody to provide answers about radio transmission. ↗

— Lion Feuchtwanger

#answers #asking #author #composer #expecting

There is no self-knowledge but an historical one. No one knows what he himself is who does not know his fellow men, especially the most prominent one of the community, the master's master, the genius of the age. ↗

— Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel

#community #does #especially #fellow #fellow men

To Jana's mind everybody seemed happy to see BAbichka and resisted returning her, like a misplaced package sent to the wrong address. It was as if the recipient opened it up, knowing it should be returned, but wondering who long they could legitimately keep it before being changed with theft. ↗

— F.C. Malby

#literary-fiction #change

Inrealized how valuable the art and practice of writing letters are, and how important it is to remind people of what a treasure letters--handwritten letters--can be. In our throwaway era of quick phone calls, faxes, and email, it's all to easy never to find the time to write letters. That's a great pity--for historians and the rest of us. ↗

— Nancy Reagan

#inspirational-attitude #political #art

I'm fat," she blurted out. "You are not fat. You're the most beautiful, voluptuous woman I know." His eyes moved down her body, deliberately, slowly, then back up to her face. What she saw in them sent fire squirming through her stomach and lower. "I want every inch of you," he said, growling it. "I want to fall on my knees and worship at your hips." He reach out, shaped her curves from breast to hips with a burning sweep of his hand that a man was allowed to give only his wife. ↗

— Eloisa James

#olivia #quin #beauty

What she knew was sand and wind and innumerable stars. The rumble in a camel’s throat as it swayed over shifting dunes, its trappings jingling in time with its steps beneath her. She knew the sting of thirst and the taste of dried fruit, the glare of sun and the frigid, bone-numbing cold of the air when the sun gave her throne over to the moon. She knew that, to survive, one must often revise one’s caliber, and one must completely depend upon Jesus Christ. ↗

— V.S. Carnes

#courage #historical #courage

I couldn't bring myself to ask Matka why they had taken him. She pretended that he'd gone away on business. I pretended I knew nothing. My brother and sister believed the lie. There were so many lies that we had to live with...and secrets. ↗

— F.C. Malby

#literary-fiction #business