Procession Quotes

Standing near the door, we dipped our fingers in the holy water, crossed and blessed ourselves, and proceeded up to the sleeping-room, in the usual order, two by two.

First there was the changing of the guard outside the British Residence; then, through the cast-iron doors pricked in gold with the monogram of Victoria Regina, the high commissioner’s black Rolls Royce slowly emerged. On either side of the car as it slowly advanced rode a detachment of the King’s Horse…The procession, led by officers of the Egyptian mounted police, continued as far as the small cathedral of Saint Mary…where Bishop Gwynne of Cairo and Khartoum…waited in a chasuble and alb to receive the high commissioner…It was a world of ceremony complete unto itself, and the patriotic convictions served up in Bishop Gwynne’s sermons inspired the congregation with a feeling of everlastingness and certainty of fate.

Would it be possible to stand still on one spot more majestically - while simulating a triumphant march forward - than it is done by the two English Houses of Parliament?

History is not a procession of illustrious people. It's about what happens to a people. Millions of anonymous people is what history is about.

If you think about it, if you've ever been to a Catholic service, it's practically a laser light show. It's very dramatic, very theatrical. The outfits they wear, it's all designed to be impressive.

I want his funeral to be as much like Abraham Lincoln’s as possible.

The parade was here, but it disappeared around a corner.

We must shine with hope, stained glass windows that shape light into icons, glow like lanterns borne before a procession. Who can bear hope back into the world but us.

... and people are to march around the church to commemorate the event, Palm Sunday, when Jesus rode into Jerusalem and was greeted with applause and with palms. People thought he had come to overthrow the Romans, but ... no ... he had come to change THEM ... and that led to things turning bad.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

Ride on! ride on in majesty! In lowly pomp ride on to die.

When all is ready, the leaders walk out to the dance place.

The wit knows that his place is at the tail of a procession.

As we moved along in a little procession, I was delighted with the illumination of the streets. So many lamps, and they burned until morning, my father said, and so people did not need to carry lanterns.

There has been no great people without processions, and the man who thinks himself too wise to be moved by them to anything but contempt, is like the puddle that was proud of standing alone while the river rushed by.

As soon as the town had been taken without opposition, the Vicar-General and some of the Franciscan fathers came ashore carrying two crosses in procession and singing the Te Deum. They went to the palace, and there the cross was put down and the Grand-Captain prayed. Then everyone started to plunder the town of all its merchandise and provisions.

A procession is a participants' journey, while a parade is a performance with an audience.

I found it impossible to prevent two or three companies of the Federal troops from joining in the procession to-day, with the volunteers of the district, without giving serious offence to the tens of thousands people who have assembled to witness the parade.... The troops everywhere else join such processions in honor of the birthday of the Father of his Country, and it would be hard to assign a good reason why they should be excluded from the privilege of the capital founded by himself. They are here simply as a posse comitatus, to aid the civil authorities in case of need. Besides, the programme was published in the National Intelligencer of this morning, without my personal knowledge.

All is procession; the universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion.

Helmet was joined to helmet, and spear to spear, and jewels, baggage, and elephants without number went with them, and you would have said it was a host that none could understand.

You walk through a series of arches, so to speak, and then, presently, at the end of a corridor, a door opens and you see backward through time, and you feel the flow of time, and realize you are only part of a great nameless procession.

Life figures itself to me as a festal or funereal procession.

We shed as we pick up, like travellers who must carry everything in their arms, and what we let fall will be picked up by those behind. The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. but there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it.

Parades are man's attempt to make traffic exciting.

Ford used to come to work in a big car with two Admiral's flags, on each side of the car. His assistant would be there with his accordion, playing, Hail to the Chief.