Quotes About Tradition

Christmas, as a practicing Catholic child, was seen as a reward for lots and lots and lots of church.

It still feels weird to spend money on Christmas trees. Back when Mom was alive, we'd go out "tree hunting." That's what she called it, anyway. I think other people might use the word "trespassing.

Christmas isn't Christmas without your white-chocolate cranberry cookies

My point is, losing your virginity on prom night is a cliché, but clichés are clichés for a reason. There's a practicality to it. You get to stay out all night, you look great, et cetera, et cetera. It just makes sense." "I'm not having sex for the first time because it's convenient and my hair looks good, Chris." "Fair enough.

Dutifully I knock on the table. "What does knock on wood even mean?" Daddy perks up. "Actually, it's thought to come from Greek mythology. According to Greek myths, dryads lived in trees, and people would invoke them for protection. Hence knocking on wood: just that added bit of protection so as not to tempt fate.

Tahtaya vurman?n anlam? ne ki?" Babam canland?. "Asl?nda bu inan?? Yunan mitolojisinden geliyor. Yunan efsanelerine göre a?açlarda orman perileri ya??yordu ve insanlar korunmak için onlardan yard?m al?yorlard?. Yani tahtaya vurunca kaderi öfkelendirmeden biraz koruma eklemi? oluyorsun.

I wish guys could wear tuxedos more often, though I suppose that would take some of the thrill away.

Just one look across a bathroom fish tank was all it took? They knew it was a love worth dying for? Because they do not know. They believe. I guess the difference is, in those times people got married so much younger than they do now. Realistically, till death do us part probably only meant, like, fifteen or twenty years, because people didn't live as long back then.

After all, why should a woman have to change her name for a man?

The folks who invented Lent—no, it wasn't Jesus's idea—decided that just like Christ's time in the desert, it should last forty days. Actually, from Ash Wednesday to Holy Saturday it's forty-six days, so it looks like the first thing someone ever gave up for Lent was math.

Once sadness was considered one of the deadly sins, but this was later changed to sloth. (Two strikes then.)

There is a tradition in Judaism that happiness and sorrow must be intermingled. On Passover, you are instructed to remove drops of wine before drinking it to lessen your pleasure. Each drop removed represents a tragedy that befell those who went before you. It's the same at weddings. The couple breaks a glass by stepping on it together. This is so they will remember past sorrows in the midst of their present joy.

The pieces of glass from a wedding were meant to be saved. If the husband died first, the wife prepared his body for burial by weighting his eyelids with the shards. If the wife died first, it was the husband's job to do this. I wish

famously, Scots are very interested in their past, real or invented, but who else is?

They had no thought for the meaning of Christmas and had planned to have a wildly merry time.

How else can one explain the survival of so much that is so utterly pointless – barristers' wigs, bearskins, an unelected House of Lords, flummeries from the Trooping the Colour to Swan-upping, or archaic-sounding offices of state like Chancellor of the Duchy of Lancaster or Warden of the Cinque Ports? In the end, it gets to everyone: those who start their adulthood in passionate argument for modernization end up dreaming of a seat in the House of Lords.

There's been a concerted effort to steal Christmas.

The Christmas tree inspires a love/hate relationship. All that time spent selecting and decorating, and a week after, you see it by the side of the road, like a mob hit. A car slows down, a door opens and a tree rolls out. People snap out of Christmas spirit like it was a drunken stupor, "There's a tree inside the house! Throw it anywhere."

Why do people give each other flowers? To celebrate various important occasions, they're killing living creatures? Why restrict it to plants? 'Sweetheart, let's make up. Have this deceased squirrel.

Wayne had roasted a turkey with his dad. They hadn't cooked together in what felt like a lifetime, and it was nice to soak and dice and chop. After Wayne called out why so tough, turnips , it became their exclamation when anything went wrong in the kitchen.

Estando allí, me encaminé hasta donde una vendedora de ollas de barro, sentada en el piso y rodeada de sus objetos en arcilla cocida.

Yes, they put their babies inside an iron stove full of coals. So, if you see a Russian person doing something crazy, as you sometimes do, remember—they have been doing that shit forever. It's nothing new.

In Eastern culture, people see ghosts, people talk about ghosts ... it's just accepted. And in Western culture it's just not.

Soul food, it would seem, depends on an ineffable quality. It is a combination of nostalgia for and pride in the food of those who came before. In the manner of the Negro spiritual "How I Got Over," soul food looks back at the past and celebrates a genuine taste palate while offering more than a nod to the history of disen-franchisement of blacks in the United States.