Quotes About Tradition

Lineage serves as a crucial safeguard: It maintains the authenticity and purity of the teaching.

One of the greatest Buddhist traditions calls the nature of mind "the wisdom of ordinariness.

the essential thing is to master one way, one path to the truth, by following one tradition with all your heart and mind to the end of the spiritual journey, while remaining open and respectful toward the insights of all others.

The best dancer appeared to be considered the one who could whoop the loudest, jump the farthest, and utter the most excruciating noise.

Food makes people happy, it takes you back home, it says so many things that words can't say.

Whoever neglects the arts when he is young has lost the past and is dead to the future.

Small cakes called amphiphontes meaning shining on both sides, were offered to the goddess here.

it is better to study a tradition as near to its roots as possible in order to gain a competent and confident understanding of its practices.

But for a mother who was submissive to the degree my mother was, it was OK to kill girls. For a father like mine, it was normal to chop off his daughters hair with sheep shears, and to beat her with a belt or a cane or tie her up in the stable all night with the cows.

Destinul femeilor arabe este un lucru ciudat, cel putin in satul meu. Il accepti in modul cel mai firesc cu putinta. Nici nu ne trece prin gand sa ne revoltam. Ma mult, nici nu stim ce e revolta. Stim sa plangem, sa ne ascundem, sa mintim daca trebuie ca sa evitam batul, dar sa ne revoltam - niciodata. Pur si simplu pentru ca nu exista alt loc unde sa poti trai decat la tata sau la sot. Este de neconceput sa traiesti singura.

Dragostea este un mister pentru mine deocamdata. La noi se vorbeste despre casatorie, nu despre dragoste. Despre ascultare si supunere totala, nu despre relatii de iubire intre barbat si femeie. Doar despre o relatie sexuala obligatorie intre o fecioara si sotul ei, pentru care a fost cumparata. Altminteri, uitarea sau moartea. Atunci unde e iubirea?

A man who prides himself on his ancestry is like the potato plant, the best part of which is underground.

candy was virtually unknown to the Nelson children. In later

Gloves dried by the fire feel warmer, bread risen by the fire tastes better, tea made from water heated in a kettle over the fire makes you cozier.

He is a woodworker; I'm a carpenter. We both work wood, but the way we approach it, and the tools we use, differ greatly.

The clock in the church tower said 4.32, as it had done for three hundred years. It was right once a day and that was better than no clock at all.

Time now for what I told you was the 'Leg Cocking'; this is an English officer gyration. The man assumes the position for a Highland Reel, and then at the sound of 2/4 or 6/8 tempo, he raises his right leg and leaps all over the room with one hand up in the air and one on his hip. We played 'Highland Laddie'; at once the floor became a mass of leaping twits all yelling "Och! Aye!

When I go to Rome, I fast on Saturday, but here [Milan] I do not. Do you also follow the custom of whatever church you attend.

I make the creamed spinach, as close as I can get to the memories I have of eating it at Lawry's Steak House with my parents when I was a little girl. My secret is mascarpone, which I stir in just at the end, to up the creamy factor and give it a little bit of tang.

When I was a little girl my mom would make us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch at least three times a week, crusts cut off, sliced twice on the bias for triangles for me, and into long fingers for Gilly. I eventually moved from smooth peanut butter and grape jelly to chunky peanut butter and strawberry preserves to fresh natural peanut butter with homemade damson plum jam or peach coriander confiture.

Tradition is a fine thing. Nothing comes out of the blue, except perhaps thunderbolts and they are not really very useful things.

This vignette reminds me of Maurice Maeterlinck's dictum: "At every crossway on the road that leads to the future, tradition has placed, against each of us, ten thousand men to guard the past.

The longest running tradition in literature is the horror tale, and it goes back to Beowulf, and I'm sure it goes back to the oral tales of "You better not go by the swamp, because there's something in there.…" These tales of warning, of danger—either in a physical or a mental way—which show the ways others have dealt with it, have been around a long, long, time. And will be around until the end of time.

You know, it's a peculiar thing. At funerals one's inclined to laugh; and at weddings, weep.