#superstition

Basically I say a few prayers before a game and let that direct me, not superstitions. ↗

— Brian McBride

#before #direct #few #game #i

To become a popular religion, it is only necessary for a superstition to enslave a philosophy. ↗

— William Ralph Inge

#enslave #necessary #only #philosophy #popular

Fear is the main source of superstition, and one of the main sources of cruelty. To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#conquer #cruelty #fear #main #main source

A fool's brain digests philosophy into folly, science into superstition, and art into pedantry. Hence University education. ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

#brain #digests #education #folly #fool

It's up to the owner of a blanket to sleep on the blanket or to sleep in the blanket. ↗

— Kudakwashe Muzira

#romance #superstitions-infanticide #triplets #family

Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it. ↗

— Rick Yancey

#monster #monsters #monstrumologist #rick-yancy #science-fiction

If a black cat crosses your path, it signifies that the animal is going somewhere. ↗

— Groucho Marx

#superstition #humor

Do you sleep in a coffin?” Okay, I admit that one was a little out of line, not to mention corny. “Of course not,” he laughs loudly. “I sleep in a bed.” A pause. “Would you like to see it? ↗

— L.H. Cosway

#superstition #funny

When it’s your fourth marriage, you tend to lose faith in superstitions. ↗

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#marriage #superstition #superstitions #faith

For two nights Félicité never left the dead girl. She said the same prayers over and over again, sprinkled holy water on the sheets, then sat down again to watch. At the end of her first vigil, she noticed that the child's face had gone yellow, the lips were turning blue, the nose looked sharper, and the eyes were sunken. She kissed them several times, and would not have been particularly surprised if Virginie had opened them again: to minds like hers the supernatural is a simple matter. She laid her out, wrapped her in a shroud, put her in her coffin, placed a wreath on her, and spread out her hair. It was fair and amazingly long for her age. Félicité cut off a big lock, half of which she slipped into her bosom, resolving never to part with it. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#love #superstition #age