Quotes About Dance

As meditation heals, celebration also heals. A day of dance and music can add a year to your life, celebrating in every condition will end all your strife. It's the attitude and the perspective of life which is healing in the first place, releasing all the antibodies for #happy feeling in your holy space. Have the time of life and heal your lifetime, let your celebration be maximized, to be on the top of your game and get MickeyMized.

Bring back your innocence and be a child once more, spring back in life. Dance in the rains, prance in your pains, wonder at the stars and romance the skies & get in tune with natural rhythms & get naturalized. Grow and know in the lap of mother nature and be MickeyMized.

Life is like dancing. If we have a big floor, many people will dance. Some will get angry when the rhythm changes. But life is changing all the time.

Dance and the other art forms can be taught, but how to make an ozashiki sparkle can not.

En realidad, mi verdadero problema era que nunca había estado enamorada y, por tal motivo, mi forma de bailar carecía del profundo sentimiento que sólo se consigue después de experimentar una pasión amorosa.

The transmission was done. I was free. The dance was mine.

În faÈ›a ei, poeÈ›ii tac, iar dansatorul îÈ™i amuÈ›eÈ™te cu palma clopoÈ›eii tamburinei. Îndr?gostitul devine nebun, nebunul ajunge profet, iar profetul se-ndumnezeieÈ™te.

All the ills of mankind, all the tragic misfortunes that fill the history books, all the political blunders, all the failures of the great leaders have arisen merely from a lack of skill at dancing.

I was no good at all at the jitterbug, as I have just now demonstrated, but then this other song came on, a song from a movie. . . . "Tammy." About a girl falling in love. I haven't thought of that song for years. Debbie Reynolds sang it, in a voice that would put you in mind of maple syrup.

Never trust spiritual leader who cannot dance.

Music is a lullaby of consciousness, we dance to death.

The Creator is the greatest pianist and we must dance daily according to each tune played by Him. Until the moment we get spiritually drunken and wait for the curtains to fall on the stage.

We all play and dance to the tune that's in our minds and ears. And that's what makes life enjoyable for many of us.

When we dance the earth trembles. When our steps fall on the earth we feel the shudder of life beneath us, and the earth feels the beating of our hearts, and we become one with the earth. We shall not sever ourselves from the earth. We must chant our being, and we must dance in time with the rhythms of the earth. We must keep the earth.

It is central to Christian living that we should celebrate the goodness of creation, ponder its present brokenness, and, insofar as we can, celebrate in advance the healing of the world, the new creation itself. Art, music, literature, dance, theater, and many other expressions of human delight and wisdom, can all be explored in new ways.

We never finished our dance." "We never will. This dance we're in, it's forever.

Will you dance with me?" The charms on Sahara's bracelet clinked against one another as she lifted her arms to link them around his neck, her love for him proud and open. Deep inside, even the part of him that was the void, merciless and dark and broken, knew happiness, knew joy.

She settled into a crouch, wings pinned tightly to her back. "Come on then, angel boy." She kept her eyes on the muscles in his shoulders, saw the instant one tensed. A split second later, they were moving in a wicked, dangerous dance of steel and bodies. She'd never really had a chance to spar with Raphael like this, and damn if it wasn't the most fun she'd ever had.

Te curarás, Elena. Y entonces te enseñaré cómo bailan los ángeles.

Estoy loca por ti, arcángel. A veces me das un miedo de muerte, pero quiero bailar contigo de todas formas. -Elena a Rafael

If you have time to chatter, Read books. If you have time to read, Walk into mountain, desert and ocean. If you have time to walk, Sing songs and dance. If you have time to dance, Sit quietly, you happy, lucky idiot.

Death is a grisly King; Fate is his bride. Now quaintly I've chosen To serve at their table, To dance at their wedding…

It was a dance. Or would be, if the composer and the musicians were all mad, and the ballroom was a sodden grave.

Every child, everywhere; in the whole world there was not one child who was not gravely, sweetly dancing.