Quotes About Dance

Wohl niemand tanzt, wenn er nüchtern ist, er müsste denn den Verstand verloren haben.

The music started up. Mehana called out the verse, and Kate glided into the first kaholo, losing her self in the dance.

It's all part of the dance, she thought; the dust, her hands, the light that was spiraling around her: it's all part of the same wonderful dance. And I'm in it.

watching the ice-floes dance together on the black water.

Relationships are like a dance, with visible energy racing back and forth between the partners. Some relationships are the slow, dark dance of death.

In the scales of the gigantic balance-pan in Nijinsky's brain, the world's misery bulked heavy on one side. But the other? First, there was dancing, the rhythmic, violent Dionysian upsurge of the vital energies; while he could dance regularly, every day, and restore contact with the vital, instinctive parts of his own being, Nijinsky could not go insane. Sanity lay in creation.

I was one of them on the dance floor and they were one of me. I jostled, was jostled in turn, collision as communication: I am here, we're here together. The bass bounced my shirt on my chest.

He's at ease, his body sculpted to the music, his shoulder searching the other shoulder, his right toe knowing the left knee, the height, the depth, the form, the control, the twist of his wrist, the bend of his elbow, the tilt of his neck, notes digging into arteries, and he is in the air now, forcing the legs up beyond muscular memory, one last press of the thighs, an elongation of form, a loosening of human contour, he goes higher and is skyheld.

You are a dancer for only a part of your life. The rest of the time you are walking around, thinking about it!

So you want to be a dancer? I asked. I want to dance better than I already do, he said.

It was as if someone had taken a tiny bead of pure life and decking it as lightly as possible with down and feathers, had set it dancing and zigzagging to show us the true nature of life.

I dance. I ripple. I am thrown over you like a net of light. I lie quivering flung over you.

Now, In June, When the night is a vast softness Filled with blue stars, And broken shafts of moon-glimmer Fall upon the earth, Am I too old to see the fairies dance? I cannot find them any more.

Take Harlem's heartbeat, Make a drumbeat, Put it on a record, let it whirl, And while we listen to it play, Dance with you till day— Dance with you, my sweet brown Harlem girl.

Creativity is a dance with the Divine, a connection to Source, a journey through the realm of infinite possibility. To create is pure magic.

They told us it was a dance, a party, a pageant, so we ran laughing together straight into the disaster.

We have but one dance to a lifetime of songs.

Dance was a visualization of divinity, a way for dancers to realize that they were not in their bodies—their bodies were inside of them.

The music whirled and flirted with the air, spinning like snowflakes in an alley.

Do you want to dance?" he asked. Amy looked at him in surprise. "With you?" Ty grinned. "No - with the giant nutcracker in the corner." -Ty and Amy/ Chapter 5

Ben told me when I was in middle school that girls loved boys who liked to dance. I can't lie. I totally started dancing at the dances to get girls." … "It seems to work for you" He took her hand and kissed it… "Does it? 'Cause I'm working it, beautiful Ella, I'm working it.

The Murid dances on his or her grave.

The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

One cold night in December 1941 I won a dance contest jitterbugging to "Tuxedo Junction" at the Denver Dance Hall. The next thing I knew I was on a troop train at four in the morning heading for the West Coast to defend California. The Japanese had bombed Pearl Harbor. I just turned twenty-one and I was 6?2?. Four years later when the war ended I got my discharge one day before I turned twenty-five; I was 6? 4?. I had grown two inches.