Quotes About Tradition

Up till the Age of Reason, the collection of beliefs which modern occultists have used as a quarrying-ground can be shown to have had a certain consistency. this consistency is a mystical-philosophical-religious approach deriving from the religions displaced by Christianity. This approach remains the nucleus of occult Tradition.

Change the fabric of their culture? It hasn't happened yet, not in two thousand years. And it won't happen now.

Charging Elk would make his own prayers when the time came. But his prayers would be of thanks for having lived on this earth, not for his "nagi's" future.

August 26, 1557, noted that Mrs. Dawson, widow of one Bryckette, a tooth-drawer, as per orders, "shall paye no quartryge to the hawse nor hange oute any signe or cloth with teethe as she heretofore hath done." Her offense: after the death of her husband, she remarried, yet carried on his trade, becoming the first woman dentist known to history.

Look, you had it easier than me,' she says. 'You think Nana and Papa were busy supporting women's rights? No, they wanted me to meet a nice man and get married and cook and clean for him and give them grandchildren, and that's it. You were born into a world where feminism existed and was readily available to you. I had to acquire that knowledge. I didn't know I could be on my own.

I'm bad on Valentine's Day, but even worse on Christmas. I go shopping at nine o'clock on December 24th every year. Nobody else is there. I'm in Toys'R'Us all by myself. I get there five minutes before closing.

I wouldn't say that processed food, ready meals and even takeaways aren't relevant to modern life, it's just that over the past 40 years there are three generations of people who have come out of school and gone through their home life without ever being shown how to cook properly.

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He snuggled up to her back, conforming to her soft contours. "Spoons" is what this marital position was called in their part of the South.

The house rule was no Christmas tree 'til after Name Day. These were two separate life events, to be celebrated on their own merits.

The face of the dead man was concealed, of course, our customs not being those of the south, where corpses are carried to the grave in open coffins, that they might – one last time before slipping into the pit – be warmed by the light of the sun.

Being Southern isn't talking with an accent...or rocking on a porch while drinking sweet tea, or knowing how to tell a good story. It's how you're brought up -- with Southerners, family (blood kin or not) is sacred; you respect others and are polite nearly to a fault; you always know your place but are fierce about your beliefs. And food along with college football -- is darn near a religion.

Terwijl jij daar geveld ligt door Coatlicue, krimpt onze welvaartsstaat weer samen, zoals ieder jaar als de donkere dagen rond kerstfeest naderen, tot de knusse wereld van Anton Pieck. Het krijsen van de goden wordt hier gedempt door de bellekens van de arreslede. Mijn god, kunnen wij hier ook niet bar en bitter met een koolraap aan het spit de bijtende koude door een slonzige pels heen tot de huid laten doordringen.

You can't be a member of the Sinful Ladies Society if you have a husband. The original members, like me, are all old maids. We're finally starting to allow widows in, but their husbands have to be dead for at least ten years. Why ten years? Seems to take that long to deprogram them from silly man thinking.

Religion was by and large constructed by men, and I had yet to find a man who was logical.

Small town. Not a lot to do. You either got married, drunk, or pregnant, not necessarily in that order.

Mildred was old-fashioned in a lot of ways, but family wasn't one of them. Blood didn't make someone love you. It didn't make someone treat you right.

Man must work, she might well have said, and woman must not weep.

The ritual dance was a dromenon, a thing to be done, not a thing to be looked at.

To take a single and salient instance, to study the folk-epos of Russia, alive in the mouths of the people up to and beyond the time of Peter the Great, is to look at Homer with new and wider opened eyes.

Youth is, I believe, contrary to all tradition, the time when Rational Thought dominates and allures. It is because they turned on the world the eager clear-eyed curiosity of a noble child that the Greeks are always young and their language essentially the language of youth.

But sacrifice does not mean "death" at all.

The upper classes worshipped then, as now, not the Spirit of Spring but their own ancestors.

The Dithyramb was the Song and Dance of the New Birth.