Geschichte in English:

It is a very sad tale.

What's your favorite fairy tale?

This fairy tale is easy enough for a seven-year-old child to read.

He has a new tale for every time he's late for work.

You couldn't tell it by looking, but she has the legendary tale of having eaten two whole cakes when a child.

The Nightingale Samurai is a samurai tale full of humanity and humour.

The pitiful tale fetched tears from the girl.

His tale came home to me.

Additionally, the tale starting with "Genji's Story" was also much loved.

All men are children, and of one family. The same tale sends them all to bed, and wakes them in the morning.

He-heh... there's a tale behind that, for that place.

The tale is familiar to us.

A tale never loses in the telling.

This drama is missing something. All it is is a simple cautionary tale with no real depth.

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I like history.

With bronze as a mirror one can dress neatly; with the example of another person one can see the advantages and disadvantages of himself; from the mirror of history one can know the reason for the rise and fall of states.

In fact history does not belong to us but rather we to it. Long before we understand ourselves through the process of self-examination, we understand ourselves in a self-evident way in the family, society, and state in which we live.

As a student of history, I also know civilization's debt to Islam. It was Islam – at places like Al-Azhar University – that carried the light of learning through so many centuries, paving the way for Europe's Renaissance and Enlightenment.

It's the answer that led those who've been told for so long, by so many, to be cynical and fearful and doubtful about what we can achieve, to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.

The megalomaniac differs from the narcissist by the fact that he wishes to be powerful rather than charming, and seeks to be feared rather than loved. To this type belong many lunatics and most of the great men of history.

This is a difficult responsibility to embrace. For human history has often been a record of nations and tribes subjugating one another to serve their own interests. Yet in this new age, such attitudes are self-defeating.

History is like Quantum Physics, the observer affects the event observed. Is the Kennedy assasination a particle or a wave?

At no period of our ancient history does there appear to have been greater attention paid to the culture of the female mind than during the age of Elizabeth and at no time has there existed a greater number of amiable and respectable women.

From our human experience and history, at least as far as I am informed, I know that everything essential and great has only emerged when human beings had a home and were rooted in a tradition. Today’s literature is, for instance, largely destructive.

Esperanto, with its 130-year history and abundant literature, can be mastered in one tenth of the time required for learning one of the widespread national languages.

To my chief strategist, David Axelrod, who's been a partner with me every step of the way. To the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics! You made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you've sacrificed to get it done.

Speaking with reporters in Montreal, Canada, Walesa says the change of leadership in East Germany came about because the old guard leaders missed the train of history.

I found one day in school a boy of medium size ill-treating a smaller boy. I expostulated, but he replied: "The bigs hit me, so I hit the babies; that's fair." In these words he epitomized the history of the human race.

The story wandered.

The story is good except that it is a little too long.

It's a strange story, but every word of it is true.

I'd made up some story about having to go home to see my sick mother.

Assuming your story is true, what should I do?

The story of a great flood is very common in world mythology.

The story reminds me of an experience I had long ago.

We've come to the conclusion that this is a true story.

Tom remembers telling Mary the story about how he had escaped from being eaten by cannibals.

Having heard the story before, she didn't want to hear it again.

That's the same story as I heard when I was a child.

The little girl, deeply moved by the old man's pitiful story, burst into tears.

No one ever knew the true story except the three of us.

The child sat on his mother's lap and listened to the story.

Would you like to hear the story about Paul Bunyan?