Quotes About Ritual

To attempt to be religious without practicing a specific religion is as possible as attempting to speak without a specific language.

Our habits are our friends. Even our bad habits.

Every grown-up man consists wholly of habits, although he is often unaware of it and even denies having any habits at all.

Even the ordinary business of cleaning house seemed somehow to have become sacramental.

A good gulp of hot whisky at bedtime - it's not very scientific, but it helps.

Nothing is more powerful than habit.

Any ritual is an opportunity for transformation.

The cocktail party - as the name itself indicates - was originally invented by dogs. They are simply bottom-sniffings raised to the rank of formal ceremonies.

Superstition is the religion of feeble minds.

The first day of spring was once the time for taking the young virgins into the fields, there in dalliance to set an example in fertility for Nature to follow. Now we just set the clock an hour ahead and change the oil in the crankcase.

But old habits die hard.

Eating is a ritual, and rituals make things easier.

When the coffee had finished brewing, he took the pot out from under, poured the entire sugar bowl into it, and followed that up with as much of the half-and-half as he could fit in. Then he took a test sip.

Peyton flashed his palms…then deliberately linked them behind his back and spoke in the Old Language. "I hereby offer you a rythe. I do so in recognition of my disrespect and disregard of your status as a bonded male unto the female Paradise, with whom you have been mated. It is not my intention to justify this behavior in any fashion, and I wish to make up for my lapse in judgment according to the Old Ways.

I drink a lot. More or less 10 or 12 coffees a day, both typical Italian and espresso.

My mom has this ugly Santa ornament, and one year, I took it off the tree and clipped it to her pillow. We've been trading it back and forth ever since - 16 years now. I wore it to the Golden Globes and even put it in her bird feeder. As the birds eat, it's slowly revealed.

We're going through a kind of ancient, barbaric war dance now - it's almost an ultimate in absurdity.

War is a ritual, a deadly ritual, not the result of aggressive self-assertion, but of self-transcending identification. Without loyalty to tribe, church, flag or ideal, there would be no wars.

The chanting went on, the musicians giving in to the rhythm of their own being, finding healing in touching that rhythm, and healing in chanting about death, the only real god they knew.

Honor LostAmbulant sunshine piercedthe soot covered glass ~the feeble man wandered byin this ritual morning pass ...

A wedding is like a funeral, but with musicians.

A wedding is a funeral which masquerades as a feast. And the greater the pageantry, the deeper the savagery.

I mean, I do wear a wedding ring and take it off when I shoot.

An Irish wedding is a tame thing to an Irish funeral.