Quotes About Ritual

Every time before I throw my first pitch, I am praying. And not only that, in the bullpen I am praying.

The pleasure of doing a thing in the same way at the same time every day, and savoring it, should be noted.

Every time I step onto an airplane, I turn to the right and take a good, hard stare into the maw of the engine. I don't know what I'm looking for. I just do it.

Although I myself don't go to church or synagogue, I do, whether it's superstition or whatever, pray every time I get on a plane. I just automatically do it. I say the same thing every time.

Church on time, makes me party.

A kaiseki meal is like that, very small courses over a long period of time.

Well, there was a time when we used to sacrifice goats, but then we all became vegans, so we've been sacrificing tofu before the shows!

No matter how busy you are make time to eat at a table. A desk is not a table.

We don't have anything like that here. War masks and so on.

She treated her patients with medicine and she treated them with prayer and sacrifice and ritual, because for her there could be no clear separation of the physical, the mental, and the spiritual.

Some people use bullfights, some the Mass, some art in order to ritualize or transform death into life or at least meaning. But my terror is that life itself is a ritual transforming everything into death.

I knew that I was supposed to respond with some kind of mannered phrase that ended with hail Satan, but I couldn't bring myself to do so. It seemed too empty and ritualistic, like wearing a uniform in a Christian school.

There is a reality in blessing, which I take baptism to be, primarily. It doesn't enhance sacredness, but it acknowledges it, and there is a power in that.

Open the scroll of conch and find the text That lies behind the priestly susurrus.

A society that doesn't know any longer how to observe every death with proper rituals, that does not know that death is not the end, but only part of the journey, has lost its way, has had the very heart of its humanity torn out.

At one of these shrines, Michael saw a woman on her knees praying, her husband sitting in their donkey-drawn cart guzzling a bottle of wine. The donkey's head dropped like a martyr's.

At this point Frisella, the barber, came out of his shop to join in the fun. Behind him was the Maresciallo, pompous and important, rubbing his smooth red face. He was the only man in Montelepre who had himself shaved every day.

Kay laughed. "Then why do you go every single morning?" In a completely natural way, Mama Corleone said, "I go for my husband," she pointed down toward the floor, "so he don't go down there." She paused. "I say prayers for his soul every day so he go up there." She pointed heavenward.

que la crítica y la alta cultura. ¿Por qué? Porque el erotismo, que convierte el acto sexual en obra de arte, en un ritual al que la literatura, las artes plásticas, la música y una refinada sensibilidad impregnan de imágenes de elevado virtuosismo estético, es la negación misma de ese sexo fácil, expeditivo y promiscuo

Don Rigoberto vio cómo, al paso de la carroza fúnebre, muchos transeúntes se hacían la señal de la cruz. «El miedo a morir», pensó.

Corporate worship is to be orderly.

Christopher explains that he ranks the day according to the number and color of the cars he sees on his way to school. Three red cars in a row equal a Good Day, and five equal a Super Good Day. Four yellow cars in a row make it a Black Day. On Black Days Christopher refuses to speak to anyone and sits by himself at lunch.

Resurrection, he thought, comes not by plan or effort, and should the past ever come alive, it will be a great surprise, in which images and ritual memory will pale.

When a peasant has a baby girl, the family puts up a vegetable every year and gives the jars to her when she's married. This