Quote by Woodrow Wilson

It is like writing history with lightning and my only regret is that it is all so terribly true.


It is like writing history with lightning and my only regret

Summary

This quote, often attributed to President Woodrow Wilson, suggests that certain events or actions can have a profound and instantaneous impact on how we perceive history. "Writing history with lightning" implies that powerful events can reveal historical truths in a vivid and striking manner. The regret expressed signifies that despite the truthfulness, these events may be painful or unpleasant to confront. It reflects the understanding that historical accuracy can sometimes be uncomfortable, yet essential for a comprehensive understanding of the past.

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History
By Woodrow Wilson
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