#superstition

The left sees nothing but bigotry and superstition in the popular defense of the family or in popular attitudes regarding abortion, crime, busing, and the school curriculum. ↗

— Christopher Lasch

#attitudes #crime #curriculum #defense #family

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

— Brian McBride

#before #direct #few #game #i

If you do not accuse each other, God will not accuse you. If you have no accuser you will enter heaven. What many people call sin is not sin; I do many things to break down superstition, and I will break it down. ↗

— Joseph Smith, Jr.

#accuser #break #call #down #each

The memory of my own suffering has prevented me from ever shadowing one young soul with the superstition of the Christian religion. ↗

— Elizabeth Cady Stanton

#christian religion #ever #me #memory #my own

This is indeed a clash of civilisations, not between Islam and Christendom but between reason and superstition. ↗

— Polly Toynbee

#christendom #civilisations #clash #indeed #islam

Since man cannot live without miracles, he will provide himself with miracles of his own making. He will believe in witchcraft and sorcery, even though he may otherwise be a heretic, an atheist, and a rebel. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

#miracles #superstition #witchcraft #atheist

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