Quotes About Ritual

As a child, I was deeply religious and went to church every Sunday.

I never missed a Sunday lunch growing up and I've continued that tradition with my own family.

You know what I like to do on a Sunday morning? Clean my house. I really enjoy it; it's my ritual. I require tidiness, actually. I have to have everything spotless before I can relax.

Stonehenge is famously aligned with midsummer sunrise, and possibly also intentionally with midwinter sunset.

a dime pierced with a nail hole so as to be worn about the ankle on a string for luck

from the extensive emphasis on ceremony to a focus on teaching.

The house was an altar with ten thousand attendants, big, small, servicing, attending, in choirs. But the gods had gone away, and the ritual of the religion continued senselessly, uselessly.

mythological, not sociological, terms. If this position were just a role, the judge could wear a gray suit to court instead of the magisterial black robe. For the law to hold authority beyond mere coercion, the power of the judge must be ritualized, mythologized. So must much of life today, Campbell said, from religion and war to love and death.

My definition of mythology is "other people's religion," which suggests that ours must be something else. My definition of religion, then, is "misunderstood mythology"—and the misunderstanding consists in mistaking the symbol for the reference.

Gabriel is not an archangel but the code name of a Temple priest, the Temple schools exist for the purposes of ritual sex to maintain priestly family purity, and St. Joseph is descended from the legendary King of Tyre of Masonic ritual, Hiram Abiff! As we shall

All the Catholic Church ever had been was ritual and mystery and guilt. And that was Everything. That was Order. Who could wish for more from God or man? Perfect Order.

A whole roasted lamb—stuffed with lamb sausages, organ and glandbreads, dried fruits and currants, tomato/garlic/onion mush, the entirety cardamomated, corianderized, cumined, cloved—was brought out on a spit, danced around. The carcassbearers were women, further gorgeous bursting Slavs

Nobody goes anywhere though we are always leaving and returning. It's a ceremony. Sunrise occurs everywhere, in lizard time, human time, or a fern uncurling time.

I never got to wash my mother's body when she died. I return to take care of her in memory. That's how I make peace when things are left undone.

Breath is our entrance into story making—it is a promise. It is a constant ritual that we all share, and it is essential in poetry.-Joy Harjo

WASHING MY MOTHER'S BODY I never got to wash my mother's body when she died. I return to take care of her in memory. That's how I make peace when things are left undone. I go back and open the door. I step in to make my ritual. To do what should have been done, what needs to be fixed so that my spirit can move on, So that the children and grandchildren are not caught in a knot Of regret they do not understand.

We make ceremony with words even as our words can lead us to the hells of destruction.

One of my lifetime addictions, to this bitterly black steaming-hot liquid, would begin at this hour, in such innocence.

Jews wait for the Lord, Protestants sing hymns to him, Catholics say mass and eat him.

A formal theology of sacrifice, or its origins, are nowhere presented in Israel's history or documents. But there were three basic purposes in the sacrifices: (1) to offer a gift to Yahweh; (2) to enjoy communion and fellowship with Yahweh; and (3) to atone for sin.

Biblionekormanten könnten niemanden ws antun, nicht mal sich selbst, obwohl sie ständig mit dem Tod, mit Mord und Selbstauslöschung kokettieren. Sie sind lediglich am Ritual der literarischen Trauer interessiert. Das ist vielleicht die poetische Form der Todessehnsucht.

The people celebrate with our traditional dancing: the women clapping their hands and chanting, their low sweet voices humming across the desert night, and the men leaping high into the air. Everyone contributes food, and we eat

Baptism is faith in action.

Mrs. Ellis opened her black alligator pocketbook and took out a black cigarette, which she lit with a black enameled Dunhill lighter. She pecked, sucked, blew smoke.