Quotes About Movement

She who is a dancer can only sway the silk of her hair like the summer breeze

Slow or fast, no matter how you dance, as long as each step narrates the emotions of the heart

Sometimes in life, confusion tends to arise and only dialogue of dance seems to make sense

The scars and wounds will heal, and even fate will listen to intent when you move a few dancing steps

The sensation of movement guides and heals, for there is no other medicine like a dance that magnifies what you feel

To experience heaven on earth, all it takes is one dance. No matter what, take the chance, move forward, freedom will finally be within grasp

To know dance is to understand life; it overwhelms you; it moves you. When you embrace it with all your entirety, worlds move beneath your feet

What is dance but a dose of stability, for it restores the balance of calm and chaos beneath

What is this sensation of movements that every celebration of life begins and ends with a dance

Moving the body resolves nothing- sadness, after all travels in the mind.

The nature of life is constant change, constant flux.

Kugel set off, the wind in what would have been, some years ago, his hair.

When I get out of the rickshaw I walk slowly towards the school building, taking small steps. All around me girls are running: in the morning the young are as noisy as a flock of sparrows.

I'm not ready to walk on water, but I'm also not ready to let the televangelists and prosperity preachers hijack the supernatural stuff from the rest of us. Imagine what would happen if the prayer movement and social justice movement converged, and we had Christians who prayed like they depend on God and lived like God depended on them?

Imagine what would happen if the prayer movement and social justice movement converged, and we had Christians who prayed like they depend on God and lived like God depended on them? Hallelujah.

It takes an athlete to dance, but an artist to be a dancer.

soon as the lady was more than halfway across the street, I swerved to

as long as there are movement and harmony, there are words.

The Creator spoke the first word, and all that lived on the earth awoke and stretched and opened their mouths and minds to say the word. Through many patterns of stars, they all spoke to one another, the wind to the hawk, the snail to the stone, the frog to the reeds. But after many turnings and many deaths, the languages were forgotten. Yet the sun still moves up and down, and the stars still shift in the sky, and as long as there are movement and harmony, there are words.

I saw the sky move inside you as it comes sometimes inside me, blowing time around like a cloud

You were meant to dance like a bird is meant to fly.

Step, fart. Step, fart. Step, fart.

I am glad not to have lost him entirely, but to see him moved at the whim of the sky, like a man in the wind

the motion was authentic, it was from another place, it was planetary, it was model-of-the-solar- systemic.