Quotes About Tradition

I cannot think of a culture in human history, before the present postmodern era, that did not value law, tradition, custom, authority, boundaries, and morality of some clear sort. These containers give us the necessary security, continuity, predictability, impulse control, and ego structure that we need, before the chaos of real life shows up.

The first-half-of-life container, nevertheless, is constructed through impulse controls; traditions; group symbols; family loyalties; basic respect for authority; civil and church laws; and a sense of the goodness, value, and special importance of your country, ethnicity, and religion (as for example, the Jews' sense of their "chosenness").

wisely put it years ago, " Tradition is the living faith of the dead. Traditionalism is the dead faith of the living, and I suppose I should add, it is traditionalism that gives Tradition such a bad name."1

As Jaroslav Pelikan so wisely put it years ago, " Tradition is the living faith of the dead. Traditionalism is the dead faith of the living, and I suppose I should add, it is traditionalism that gives Tradition such a bad name."1

witness the sad demise of fundamental Western values. Pride. Order. Personal responsibility.

The world of most men is given to them by their culture..

Contrite words cannot now stop profound processes which white men set in motion on this earth some four hundred years ago; four hundred years is a long time…time enough for habits, reactions, to be converted into culture, tradition, into a raison d'être for millions….

Did y'all know that furniture makers ran some of the first funeral homes? Because they were the ones who built the coffins?" "Fascinating." Parker was all dignified solemnity. "And such a grave undertaking." He ducked as Ashley's popcorn sailed at his head.

Percy: Don't I get a kiss for luck? It's kind of a tradition, right? Annabeth: Come back alive, Seaweed Brain. Then we'll see.

Congratulations, man. What's her name? Estelle. It was my grandmother's name. Um, on my mom's side, obviously. Not Poseidon's. I approve, Alex said. Old-fashioned and elegant. Estelle Jackson. Well, Estelle Blofis , Percy corrected. My stepdad is Paul Blofis. Not much I can do about that surname, but my little sis is awesome. Five fingers. Five toes. Two eyes. She drools a lot. Just like her brother, Annabeth said. Alex laughed.

One the next corner stood a cinder block restaurant with a hand-painted sign that read CHICKEN & WAFFLES. There was a queue of twenty people outside. "You Americans have the strangest taste. What planet is this?

Quer dizer que todo mundo aqui toma Bebsi quando come bizza?

Wine is a new drink," Dionysus explained. "But it's more than just a drink. It's a religious experience!

Festivals: Porto's big holiday is São João Day (for St. John the Baptist, the city's patron saint) on June 24. Festivities start the night of June 23 with partying and fireworks at Ponte Dom Luís I bridge, and continue on the 24th with a rabelo regatta.

The convent smelled like every Catholic church Jackson had ever been inside—an excess of incense and Mansion House polish.

It was a woman's job to try and improve a man. It was a man's job to resist improvement. That was the way the world worked, always had, always would.

Fairy tales represent hundreds of years of stories based on thousands of years of stories told by hundreds, thousands, perhaps even millions of tellers.

Tradition, Honor, Excellence.

The bird that would soar above the plane of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings.

She says a wedding is one of the most lamentable spectacles on earth.

The bird that would soar about the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings.

Well, for instance, when I left her today, she put her arms around me and felt my shoulder blades, to see if my wings were strong, she said. 'The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.

My mother was a cook of the plain, simple, homey variety, which was perfect for our undeveloped palates. She wasn't a puritan or a health nut, but she greatly cared what we ate and took pains to serve us good meals every night. Sometimes, when she dished up one of her typical home-cooked dinners, and we told her how good it was and asked for seconds, she would say half joking, "Aw, it's nothing but a blue plate special!

cast their babes to the crocodiles in the Ganges.