Quotes About Tradition

Normally I would have been the first to go in search of cannibal monks, particularly as I had heard of a similar tradition at a nunnery in the Philippines. It's the sort of quest I can't resist.

As far as I was concerned, a little danger of head-shrinking is a small price to pay in return for a people who have remained true to an ancient code.

My father looked on in disbelief, overwhelmed that his son had been taught to eat glass and relish it.

I am all for curses and superstition, but there's a point at which they start getting in the way. That point had arrived.

To be valued as a member of masculine Moroccan society, a man is expected to put in his time sitting, thinking, talking, or doing nothing at all.

What if custom is wrong? demanded the part of her that believed in the code of chivalry. A knight must set things right.

Condemned and executioner are not coupled in a primitive rite.

Electra Chenti in crimson almost black, a diadem of Grechian influence in her uncombed hair from which unravelled a veil like a golden spider's web, studied her narrow hands and the thirteen rings that gripped her fingers. She cared little for any of them. There was only one she hated-on the marriage finger of her left hand. The scalding room had not tinted her white cheeks at all. Yet she had warned a fraction. To a perverse, bitter joy that her daughter, too, must suffer marriage.

They say in the east you love the person you marry and in the west you marry the person you love. But maybe it's a lot simpler than that. Maybe you just love the person you love.

It was the most traditional wedding ring in the world. It reeked of stability and fiftieth wedding anniversaries. It proclaimed itself to the world as the rock upon which vows were never broken. It was a testament of his love. Proof of his commitment.

He knew how to build a bathhouse and heat the stones. True, his father didn't like to wash. Bears, he'd say, live just fine without any baths.

By the standards of the European industrial world we are poor peasants, but when I embrace my grandfather I experience a sense of richness as though I am a note in the heartbeats of the very universe.

It was a saying about noble figures in old Irish poems—he would give his hawk to any man that asked for it, yet he loved his hawk better than men nowadays love their bride of tomorrow. He would mourn a dog with more grief than men nowadays mourn their fathers.

Bloody footprints staggering through this palace Generation to generation.

It forgot its wild roots Its earth-song In cement and the drum-song of looms.

No man fell so blindingly into love that he no longer held a preference for his tea. This was England, for heaven's sake. More to the point, this was tea

Do young ladies still need permission to waltz?" Daphne found herself smiling at his discomfort. "How long have you been away?" "Five years. Do they?" "Yes." "Do you have it?" He looked almost pained at the prospect of his escape plan falling apart. "Of course.

Ah, yes," Anthony said with a slight roll of his eyes, "the Bridgerton method of naming children. Guaranteed to make certain no one forgets who you are.

My mom used to make everything. She had a great garden and composted and made everything from scratch - peanut butter, bread, jelly, everything. I don't know how she did it because all those things take time and love and labour. I only do half the stuff she does - but there's still time.

It is intuitively plausible that if something has endured for centuries, there must be something in it. But on that logic, there must be something in slavery and the inequality of women.

relies of the past. But the lovely Piedmontese must

Monarchists frequently declare that without the royal family, Britain would be 'nothing.' What a woeful lack of love for one's country such statements express.

One Christmas build-up tradition, however, has totally bypassed me - that of going up to town and 'doing a show.'

I've never quite understood why people marry marriage is just an invented structure.