#history

My style is where you see the individual and where a personality is communicated through actions, decisions, single objects and facts, where the whole draws together to form a history. ↗

— Martin Kippenberger

#communicated #decisions #draws #facts #form

My early education was in the public school system of Omaha, where, retrospectively, I realize that my high school training served me in good stead for the basic subjects of mathematics, English, foreign languages and history. ↗

— Lawrence R. Klein

#early #education #english #foreign #foreign languages

Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle? A man may show as reckless a courage in entering into the abyss of himself. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#abyss #battle #courage #die #entering

I went back and researched the history of gospel; where it came from, slavery times, communicating with each other without their master knowing what they are saying, and that gospel artists view themselves differently. ↗

— Boris Kodjoe

#back #came #communicating #differently #each

The most persistent sound which reverberates through man's history is the beating of war drums. ↗

— Arthur Koestler

#drums #history #man #most #persistent

The drinking dens are spilling out There's staggering in the square There's lads and lasses falling about And a crackling in the air Down around the dungeon doors The shelters and the queues Everybody's looking for Somebody's arms to fall into And it's what it is It's what it is now There's frost on the graves and the monuments But the taverns are warm in town People curse the government And shovel hot food down The lights are out in the city hall The castle and the keep The moon shines down upon it all The legless and asleep And it's cold on the tollgate With the wagons creeping through Cold on the tollgate God knows what I could do with you And it's what it is It's what it is now The garrison sleeps in the citadel With the ghosts and the ancient stones High up on the parapet A Scottish piper stands alone And high on the wind The highland drums begin to roll And something from the past just comes And stares into my soul And it's cold on the tollgate With the Caledonian Blues Cold on the tollgate God knows what I could do with you And it's what it is It's what it is now What it is It's what it is now There's a chink of light, there's a burning wick There's a lantern in the tower Wee Willie Winkie with a candlestick Still writing songs in the wee wee hours On Charlotte Street I take A walking stick from my hotel The ghost of Dirty Dick Is still in search of Little Nell And it's what it is It's what it is now Oh what it is What it is now ↗

— Mark Knopfler

#history #scotland #storytelling #what-it-is #food

I look back into past history, the stored experiences or products of the imagination. I look no further forward than the evening. ↗

— Jerzy Kosinski

#evening #experiences #forward #further #history

A thousand years ago the Chinese had an entirely codified kitchen while the French were still gnawing on bones. Chopsticks have been around since the fourth century B.C. Forks didn't show up in England until 1611, and even then they weren't meant for eating but just to hold the meat still while you hacked at it with your knife. ↗

— Ruth Reichl

#food #history #table-manners #food

Those who tell you that the territorial question is an abstraction, that you can never colonize another territory without the African slavetrade, are both deaf and blind to the history of the last sixty years. ↗

— Robert Toombs

#african #another #blind #both #deaf

Civilization is a movement and not a condition, a voyage and not a harbor. ↗

— Arnold J. Toynbee

#civilization #condition #harbor #movement #voyage