Quotes About Ceremony

Churches crack me up. They're like money, a conspiracy of faith. Like everyone agreed to believe that not only is there a God, but he comes down and checks on folks, so long as they hang in certain places, put up altars, burn lots of candles and incense, and perform sit-stand-kneel and other wacky rituals that'd make a coven of witches look not OCD.

Rather than seeing a contest between druid and Christian, I see no difference between stone chapel and stone circle. One encloses and protects the spirit; the other exposes it and joins it with the elements. In both of these places, we conjure the powers that affect and transcend us. We remind ourselves, in both places, that we need oats and milk, but we also need what we cannot see or put in our food bowls.

People don't seem to make Smoking Bishop nowadays: it's a fragrant concoction of red wine, port wine and spices, and my beloved Matt was very fond of a glass directly after a chilly Matins; you must first stick a lemon with cloves and sugar-lumps, roast it beside a medium fire until caramelized, then place in your pan of wine to simmer gently for twenty minutes.)

I like planning weddings," I said. "I like the ceremony. And people invite you into their lives on what they believe to be the most important day. It's a privilege." This was my spiel.

THE AWARD CEREMONY is held at a high school in Hyannis. Though it's just a gymnasium (the scent of balls of both varieties is still palpable) and the ceremony hasn't started yet, everyone speaks in hushed tones, like it's church. Something important and literary is about to happen here.

Last year, that Fischer idiot threw a black-and-white cookie at me, and I started to wonder if every principal exited this school with a ceremonial baked good fling.

The next step was to remove the brain. The priest took a long iron rod with a hook on it. He pushed it up through Tut's nose, broke through the bone behind the eyes with a squick sound, and twirled the rod around like a whisk to break up and liquefy the brain. Again, they believed the heart was the location for thought, so the brain had no purpose.

Dancing as if language had surrendered to movement - as if this ritual, this wordless ceremony, was now the way to speak, to whisper private and sacred things, to be in touch with some otherness. Dancing as if the very heart of life and all its hopes might be found in those assuaging notes and those hushed rhythms and in those silent and hypnotic movements. Dancing as if language no longer existed because words were no longer necessary...

A happier occasion was in 2012 when the Queen agreed to take part in a spoof film for the opening ceremony of the London Olympic Games. She was seen walking along a corridor in Buckingham Palace accompanied by the actor Daniel Craig, aka James Bond. Also in the video were Her Majesty's favourite corgi and 'Big Paul' Whybrew in his dark uniform complete with decorations.

The Wedding March has a bit of a death march in it.

Evan James was done up in a white suit, looking very handsome and calling "Dada, Dada" during the ceremony

Ego non baptiso te in nomine...but make out the rest yourself.

Morgenstern settled the matter, in her customary way, by going into the kitchen and coming out with a large soup plate from her best china set. She called the couple to the dining-room table, and told them to take hold of the plate and break it on the table. They did so, looking puzzled at each other. The fragments flew all over the floor, and the parents embraced each other, shouting

As soon as the engagement was announced, the Pack Clans converged and shot the idea of a quiet ceremony out of the water and then kept firing at it until it stopped convulsing and died.

Hello, Consort,'' Mauro boomed. He got to his feet, spread his arms, and curtsied.

I opened my eyes really wide and fluttered my eyelashes at him. I'm sorry, I must've missed your coronation ceremony. Silly me. from Clean Sweep

Like in Athens, it went by so fast and I mean, I remember it being like the best trip ever. And I am so excited for Beijing. Like at Opening Ceremonies when you walk out with your whole team and you are all marching and they light the torch, I mean - it is so exciting.

Your dreamer may do without a creed, but he always wants a ritual.

tonsure—and wearing a dark blue

There's nothing like a good cup of tea.

They are a stuffy lot, and rather too fond of pomp and circumstance.

As if the elements themselves were relieved the ceremony was over, the sun had begun to shine wanly through a gap in the clouds.

Facing inward, join hands so as to form a small circle. Then, without moving from their places they sing the opening song, according to previous agreement, in a soft undertone.

Feasts must be solemn and rare, or else they cease to be feasts.