Quotes About Dance

She watched with morbid fascination as they gathered at the stumps at the ends of the man's wrists, the old scar tissue the only place on him unclaimed by Fener, but the paths the sprites took to those stumps touched not a single tattooed line. The flies dance a dance of avoidance - but for all that, they were eager to dance.

The night draws to an end, the dream dims in the pale silver of awakening. Kruppe ceases, weary beyond reason. Sweat drips down the length of his ratty beard, his latest affectation. A bard sits, head bowed, and in a short time he will say thank you. But for now he must remain silent, and as for the other things he would say, they are between him and Kruppe and none other. Fisher sits, head bowed. While an Elder God weeps. The tale is spun. Spun out. Dance by limb, dance by word. Witness!

Marionettes dance afield beneath masterly hands – I stumble among them crossed by the strings in tangled two-step and curse all these fools in their mad pirouette –

Marionettes dance afield beneath masterly hands— I stumble among them crossed by the strings in tangled two-step and curse all these fools in their mad pirouette— I shall not live as they do oh, no, leave me in my circled dance— these unbidden twitchings you see I swear on Hood's Grave is artistry in motion S

In a body with nothing to do, the mind will dance.

Just remember, Henar, I don't do this for just anybody!' 'Do what?' She stepped forward, blades lifting. 'Dance.

He prays with them, only it isn't prayer, not truly, for there are no gods there, no deities except for the soot angels, twisted succubi whose likenesses are cast upon a slab of stone: a mongrel avatar, an orgy of dark seraphim twisted together in a violent erotic dance. Claws and teeth and bat's wings fuse together.

He seemed to be dancing alone, Cressida a mere elemental shadow around him. How beautiful he looked.

How many times had she danced herself into a deliciously drunken frenzy around the edges of her smouldering offerings, breathing deeply the heady, powerful, almost frightening reek of smoke?

Lily was eager to dance, her body moving involuntarily to the summoning of the music. She was a tawny cat stretching before the panther's grace of Israel, who watched her with a smiling, feline eye.

Their conversation was like a dance, full of wild tarantellas, when their most speculative ideas would burst forth, only to be followed by slow, stately steps, when they considered they were acting like children, making things up, stepping too far into the domain of fantasy.

The serpent shook itself and its image wavered. Tentacles rose from it, which presently Tayven realized were arms. The serpent had acquired a semi-human appearance. To the waist, it had the form of a beautiful boy which melded into the flexing coils. The creature's limbs wove upon the air in a cruel dance. It smiled, showing sharp teeth, and a narrow forked tongue flickered out.

Everybody's feet seemed to itch to dance; robes swung more widely as people walked around the settlement and eyes sparked with a desire for childish wickedness.

Wine flowed from fountains, down into the mouths of those who lay in the pools beneath them. Narcotic fumes oozed from cubes of incense that smouldered in human skulls. I saw men and women of incredible beauty, like glaciers or naked flames. All were dancing, dancing.

Lightly, taking Beth with me, I danced from spark to spark, pausing for the briefest of touches.

The Goddess didn't dish out favours and punishments in accordance with a rigid dogma; she was merely a feeling, the spark inside that made you laugh and dance or kept you close to the earth like a cat, stalking and turned-on with power.

Meaning must be found through saying "yes" to the divine accidents on the dance floor.

The monarchy is finished. It was finished a while ago, but they're still making the corpses dance.

You can be very efficient with lyrics, and you can get the heart fluttering or soaring or make someone cry with a really amazing dance song.

I do 5Rhythms a lot. It's like dance meditation. You go into a room and there's a DJ and it's in the evening, completely sober, and it's spiritual. You can just move and dance however you want.

I'm attracted to soccer's capacity for beauty. When well played, the game is a dance with a ball.

I really believe what people have said before, that God is love. For me, it's music. For you, it might be writing, or for somebody else, it might be soccer or whatever.

Gene Kelly has meant so much to me through the years. I used to dance in my living room in socks and a tee-shirt, no idea what I was doing, but wanting to dance like Gene.

It's true that I went to dance classes as a young boy, and it did improve my feet, but I don't believe that it was solely dancing that helped my footwork.