Quotes About Movement

As members of a market, our behavior is invariable: we move as a herd, we mill and mill and mill around, and then all of a sudden we stampede.

Now up, now doun, as boket in a welle.

For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde,Ay fleeth the tyme, it nyl no man abyde.

Oon ere it herde, at tothir out it wente.

A rolling stone gathers no moss and therefore will not be derided as a moss-back. Roll as much as possible.

The hand is thought of as the slave of action. But the slave of action is the master of expression.

Everything cannot be conveyed by ballet, only those things which can be shown on the stage.

You see a little bit of Astaire in everybody's dancing--a pause here, a move there. It was all Astaire's originally.

Choreography is like cooking or gardening. Not like painting because painting stays. Dancing disintegrates. Like a garden. Lots of roses come up, and in the evening they're gone.

Dancing is music made visible.

Dancers are instruments, like a piano the choreographer plays.

Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.

You know you're getting old when you stoop to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you're down there.

You know you're getting old when you stoop to tie your shoelaces and wonder what else you could do while you're down there.

Put a glide in your stride, a dip in yo' hip and come on up to the mothership

Mathematical rigor is like clothing; in its style it ought to suit the occasion, and it diminishes comfort and restricts freedom of movement if it is either too loose or too tight.

There's more to boxing than hitting. There's not getting hit, for instance.

Se supone que el Demonio de Maxwell era un personaje muy hábil, capaz de observar cada molécula y cambiar a su antojo la dirección del movimiento de la misma.

If it moves tax it. If it keeps moving regulate it. If it stops moving subsidize it.

There was a desperate need about the way he moved, as if he was trying to rend the fabric of reality to pieces. He loved me, I realized. He loved me so much, and the wounds of Nexus had barely scabbed over. The prophecy had pushed him over the edge. He had to vent or it would tear him apart from the inside out.

People, especially unhappy people, want a cause. They want something to belong to, to be a part of something great and bigger, and to be led.

As I moved, darkness rolled across the floor, walls, and ceiling, a menacing shadow of my power. The light dimmed. The constellations died, snuffed out by my presence. Watch me as I end your universe.

Stand or kneel with one hand on your pubic bone in front and the other on your tailbone. Notice how far apart your hands are. Now lean backward as far as possible (taking care not to hurt yourself) and continue to notice how far apart your hands are. Next, lean forward until your torso is parallel to the ground.

Every so often something came to life inside her, rebelled, demanded noise, movement, people. Life, my God, life! How long would this war go on? How many years would they have to live like this, in this dismal lethargy, bowed, docile, crushed like cattle in a storm?