Quotes About Tradition

A son is a son 'til he gets a wife, but a daughter is a daughter all her life.

Life will go on as long as there is someone to sing, to dance, to tell stories and to listen.

Tradition is the living faith of the dead. Traditionalism is the dead faith of the living.

It is not reason which is the guide of life, but custom.

Custom is the great guide to human life.

A culture is a total way of life. It embraces what people ate and what they wore; the way they walked and the way they talked; the manner in which they treated death and greeted the newborn.

To barbecue is a way of life rather than a desirable method of cooking.

I have never in my life seen a Kentuckian who didn't have a gun, a pack of cards, and a jug of whiskey.

When ancient opinions and rules of life are taken away, the loss cannot possibly be estimated. From that moment, we have no compass to govern us, nor can we know distinctly to what port to steer.

Have you ever known anyone who bought a fruitcake for himself? Of course not. They are purchased as Christmas gifts, mostly for people you don't particularly like.

My mission in life is to preserve craftsmanship.

In life you have to rely on the past, and that's called history.

Every individual is at once the beneficiary and the victim of the linguistic tradition into which he has been born.

At every crossroad on the way that leads to the future, each progressive spirit is opposed by a thousand men appointed to guard the past.

Here was a monument, in fieldstone, to the art of family life.

Every Christmas, all around Ghana, there are tons of these parties and they are full of everything that exists in human life in Ghana and worldwide.

Since the beginning, Native Peoples lived a life of being in harmony with all that surrounds us

No particular motive for living, except the custom and habit of it.

It's impossible to write about Native life without humor-that's how people maintain sanity.

Sometimes I wonder what my grandfather would think of what I do, he spent his whole life in the kebab business, was buried with all his equipment, probably turning in his grave.

putting beginning walkers in a "falling cap" or "pudding." So named for its resemblance to black pudding, this was a sausage-shaped padded roll that went around the head and was kept in place with a chin strap. Having seen the pictures, I have to wonder if parents used them because they kept children safe or because they looked hysterical. They eventually disappeared, but left a linguistic remnant in the term of endearment puddinhead.

I read, in a fascinating book by F David Peat called Blackfoot Physics, that although we in the West think of the brain as the seat of learning, in indigenous cultures it is the belly.

that seasons would come and go with the clouds passing across the sky, but also that everything would come around again and find itself much as it had been generations ago, in the farms and the rivers and the towering cliffs and the gentle running valleys, where life did not move so fast that there wasn't time to settle down with a cup of tea and a piece of shortbread and a book.

He was from that generation—the type who didn't change things just because they were tired of them, or they were outdated. You bought something, or married someone, and stuck with it.