Quotes About Tradition

En el Sur os da vergüenza ser vírgenes. Jóvenes. Mayores. Todos mienten sobre eso. Porque para las mujeres significa menos -dijo padre. Decía que los hombres fueron los que inventaron la virginidad, no las mujeres.

Each generation was a rehearsal of the one before, so that that family gradually formed the repetitive pattern of a Greek fret, interrupted only once in two centuries by a nine-year-old boy who had taken a look at his prospects, tied a string around his neck with a brick to the other end, and jumped from a footbridge into two feet of water. Courage aside, he had that family's tenacity of purpose, and drowned, a break in the pattern quickly obliterated by the calcimine of silence.

Vodou isn't like that," Beauvoir said. "It isn't concerned with notions of salvation and transcendence. What it's about is getting things done.

This was long after hairdressers; in truth, ever since there have been women, there have been hairdressers, Adam being the first, though the King James scholars do their very best to muddy this point.)

Christians in North America and Europe have always looked forward to celebrating Christmas.

The tradition holds that Hippolytus was torn in half by wild horses at this time, as was Martina, "a noble and beautiful" young woman.36 A presbyter named Calepodius was drowned in the Tiber.

To explain the nineteenth century, that is, the contemporary world, one had to consider first what it had been bequeathed from ancient times. Three things, said Chamberlain: Greek philosophy and art, Roman law and the personality of Christ.

A man who would not love his father's grave is worse than a wild animal.

Drinking a daily cup of tea will surely starve the apothecary.

A man's life from birth to death was a series of transition rites which brought him nearer and nearer to his ancestors.

As a man danced so the drums were beaten for him.

A chief does not hurry.

Where I come from in the Eastern Region, life is still -- well, things are changing very fast but if one is interested, one can still see signs of what life used to look like.

Among the Igbo the art of conversation is regarded very highly, and proverbs are the palm-oil with which words are eaten.

When a tradition gathers enough strength to go on for centuries, you don't just turn it off one day.

A man who calls his kinsmen to a feast does not do so to save them from starving. They all have food in their own homes. When we gather together in the moonlit village ground it is not because of the moon. Every man can see it in his own compound. We come together because it is good for kinsmen to do so.

Among the Ibo the art of conversation is regarded very highly, and proverbs are the palm-oil with which words are eaten.

Age was respected among his people, but achievement was revered. As the elders said, if a child washed his hands he could eat with kings.

Much is to be gained by eBooks: ease, convenience, portability. But something is definitely lost: tradition, a sensual experience, the comfort of thingy-ness — a little bit of humanity.

The cultural difference between selecting your food and stabbing it is symbolic of the quiet simplicity of the East versus the blunt directness of the West. Chopsticks are a little tricky to master at first, but once you do, it can eventually seem a bit crude that you used to poke and prod at your meal with forks and knives.

Because it is the lot of mothers to remember what no one else cares to, Mrs. Dutta thinks. To tell them over and over until they are lodged, perforce, in family lore. We are the keepers of the heart's dusty corners.

Good daughters are fortunate lamps, brightening the family's name. Wicked daughters are firebrands, blackening the family's fame.

Ram and Lakshman had joined their father, who had been housed in a separate palace, at the edge of the royal grounds because it was considered inauspicious for brides and grooms to meet in the days that preceded the wedding. I had to console myself with the fact that in a few days we'd belong to each other. We'd spend the rest of our lives together, and we wouldn't allow any of society's foolish dictates to separate us.

To think that I'll have to go and live with a stranger. That I'm supposed to belong to some man I haven't even met as soon as he puts a garland around my neck. Oh, why can't I just remain single? Why must I be yoked to a man like a cart to a buffalo?