Looking back at my high school years, I'm struck by how slowly history can move.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Sometimes history takes things into its own hands.
History may be divided into three movements: what moves rapidly, what moves slowly and what appears not to move at all.
As a kid, I sensed history going on all around me, but the basic thrust of it didn't move me.
History has spurts and then is steady, and then maybe even backing up a step, and then forward again.
Nothing moves me more than the history of the United States.
History is like a constantly changing tree.
Sometimes - history needs a push.
We take it for granted sometimes that certain parts of our history are told, and we take it for granted that we know all that stuff, and we move forward along on that basis, but there are also massive gaps, and we have to try to address them.
Life moves fast. As much as you can learn from your history, you have to move forward.
History is a relentless master. It has no present, only the past rushing into the future. To try to hold fast is to be swept aside.