Quotes About Ritual

Some people meditate, I like doing my makeup. It very much relaxes me.

I practice a personal meditation and have a gala apple before each show.

My whole day revolves around food.

It's part of my ritual to watch a new film every day, no matter what. It's important to me.

My first conversation of the day is with my daughter, Nathalie. I call her every morning; it is a ritual.

Before I play a show, I put on lavender oil - it's sort of a ritual.

I'm saying my rosary every day.

I like routine.

I wake up an hour and a half before I have to leave the house to do everything I need to do. But I have my routine, and I stick to it.

I used to have this lucky rock and I used to always have to rub it three times before I competed.

I really try to do and eat the same thing every day when I'm home and in my routine.

There's a cafe in Mosman near where I lived and if I have any days off I go there at 10 in the morning with my notebook, sit in the same chair, order the same breakfast and coffee, write my thoughts down, and chat, have the same conversation with the owner.

Funerals are a pagan rite. There's not any doubt about it.

After writing a page, Hemingway would let it float to the ground. He never crumpled pages - he believed that if you crumpled them, you'd be insane in a year.

In the end, the gesture of painting becomes almost meditative, like a ritual.

Every Christmas Eve, the elves will come and give us a new pair of pajamas.

We always get up about 5:30, and George gets up and goes in and gets the coffee and brings it to me, and that's been our ritual since we got married. And we read the newspapers in bed and drink coffee for about an hour probably, read our briefing papers.

A cosmic war is like a ritual drama in which participants act out on Earth a battle they believe is actually taking place in the heavens.

I am very particular about cleansing.

Growing up in New Jersey, bat mitzvas were all about the elegant parties.

Why not make a daily pleasure out a daily necessity.

Take this wine, my dear friend, and drink it up, for it is my very blood, and it is shed for you." All this makes you feel painfully uncomfortable, and so you shift in your chair and fumble in your pocket, all the time distracted by the silver that weighs heavy in your pouch.

The young woman continued to frown, displaying her irritation. 'You would continue on and leave one of our brethren in this manner? Unblessed and unburied?' Her voice was sharp and angry.

The habit of religion is oppressive, an easy way out of thought.