Quotes About Tradition

At the time, I must have been in my late twenties, a young man at the prime of his desires for a woman's company. Unlike many of the men I grew up with in my village- young men who had never seen the bare thigh of a grown woman and married, in part, for the license to at least cast their gaze upon such a sight- I did have some experience.

The Chinese say it's better to be deprived of food for three days than tea for one." Mariam gave a half smile. "It's a good saying.

The poems of Khalili, Pajwak, Ansari, Haji Dehqan, Ashraqi, Beytaab, Hafez, Jami, Nizami, Rumi, Khayyám, Beydel, and more went up in smoke.

The Hindi kid would soon learn what the British learned earlier in the century, and what the Russians would eventually learn by the late 1980s: that Afghans are an independent people. Afghans cherish custom but abhor rules. And so it was with kite fighting. The rules were simple: No rules. Fly your kite. Cut the opponents. Good luck.

A l'école, nous jouions à un jeu appelé sherganji, la bataille des poèmes.

Una mina. C'è un modo di morire più afghano di questo, Amirjan?

En eso consistía volar cometas; en dejar que tu cabeza volara junto a ella.

Campionatul de vân?toare de zmeie era un vechi obicei de iarn? în Afganistan. Începea dimineaÈ›a devreme È™i nu se termina pân? când pe cer nu mai r?mânea, plutind, decât zmeul câÈ™tig?tor.

The Chinese say its better to be deprived of food for three days than tea for one.

We are of the mysterious East. No proof, just faith. No reason, just faith.

One Sikh may argue with one Sikh. One Sikh must never argue with two Sikhs–certainly not after dark.

Between Thanksgiving and Christmas, I never leave the house without [my Santa hat]. In fact, I pretty much never leave my room without it. I honestly don't know how this habit started and believe me, I'd break myself of it if I could, but I'm a little bit OCD about the Santa hat. Whenever I try to put it away, I get this horrible, overwhelming feeling that somehow Christmas will be destroyed if I do.

No, she said firmly. I want you to stay when I go. Break tradition again, my love, and burn me alone in the home we built. I don't want you with me. You aren't done. You see too far ahead. You need to make the world in your thoughts a real one that our children can fly in. - Matalina to Jenks

Ivy still had her tree up in the living room, and we exchanged presents when we felt like it, not on a specific date. Usually that was about an hour after I got back from shopping. Delayed gratification was Ivy's thing, not mine.

But they're dying. The church, I mean," she added as I met her eyes. "No new members. It's sad, really. The

A pinch of mother is worth a pack of shaman.

When everyone was seated they took up the water pitchers and poured each other's water

Always she had been prone to the rash act. She put it down to something Irish. It seemed to her that Irish women doing rash things was precisely how her people had managed to perpetuate themselves.

den brystsyke herremand foretrak denne gamle sæterhytte. Her satte han sig på træstolen og fik melk av en bolle eller rømmekolle av et trækjørel, det smakte av barndom og oprindelighet, det smakte endog damen som var fra byen og skrev på skrivemaskine og kunde fransk.

Det blev litt festmat efter kirketid en søndag, og gjesterne de var bare Karolus og hans kone Ane Maria, foruten naturligvis Ezra og Hosea og August, det blev intet gilde, bare en liten velkomst med kjøt av høstens nye slagt og suppe med ris og rosiner i.

Tredje slektledd råder nu i Jensens store krambod på Segelfoss. Grunnleggeren var Per Jensen, kallet Per på bua, det fortsatte med hans sønn Theodor, Theodor på bua, som drev det meget vidt og ble pott og panne og fremskrittsmann i byen. Det er ikke lenger siden, folk minnes ham godt, han var samtidig med gammelløytnantens sønn, han som bare brydde seg om musikk og ikke ble til noe.

Det sted man er fra er alltid pent, det er fedrelandsfølelsen i det små, hjemmefølelsen. ("Bonde", 1918)

En Kjøtpudding hører Pensionaternes Verden til, den er en tung Prøvelse paa Fat. Den kunde høve til et uhumsk rituelt Maaltid. Man spiser den med Gaffel eller Øse, saa længe til det ikke er mulig at bli mere bedøvet. Vi Landsfolk vi tygget Kjøtet selv før vi fik Maskine til det, vi syntes ikke det skade oss nævneverdi.

Resistance to innovation is clearly demonstrated, not by the ignorant masses, but by professionals with a vested interest in tradition and the monopoly of learning.