Quotes About Dance

On a silent moonlit night look at the sky and see yourself dancing with those distant twinkling stars.

Life is transient and ephemeral so dance in your own way.

Dancing: The Highest Intelligence in the Freest Body.

I find myself thinking about this hue-mon all of the time. I wonder if it ever thought about us? Was there room in here for thoughts about beetles? Did it ever wonder how some glow? Or spray liquid fire? Or dance on water? Or drink fog? Maybe someday, if a hue-mon reads this journal, it will help them appreciate all of the amazing little aliens living underfoot.

In space, she kept devising new and barbaric forms for herself, for she sensed intuitively that immobility makes it too easy for God to get you in a good wrestling hold and carry you off. So she danced. While walking. Everywhere.

Since Divine is dead, the poet may sing her, may tell her legend, the Saga, the annals of Divine. The Divine Saga should be danced, mimed, with subtle directions. Since it is impossible to make a ballet of it, I am forced to use words that are weighed down with precise ideas, but I shall try to lighten them with expressions that are empty, hollow and invisible.

It crackled like an inferno; it danced as only supernatural beings know how to dance, its body proliferating around its immobility; it swayed in a twisting of scarves, so quivering, so bronze, so indefatigably remolded by the euphoria of its body that you could no longer tell if it was anchored by the clinging of its prodigious roots or by the meticulous speed of the tip of the spinning top on which the gods take their rest.

Other exercises develop single powers and muscles, but dancing embellishes, exercises, and equalizes all the muscles at once.

Lydia stopped dancing - struck, paralyzed by a sensation of no longer being here, this night, now. A feeling that she was instead living inside a memory, of a precious place and time, one lost and greatly mourned. As strange as this was, Lydia knew what was happening to her. It could be nothing else: Already she was homesick for Arundel, and could hardly bear it.

Life may not be the party we hoped for... but while we're here we may as well dance.

When I was really young, my mom enrolled me in dance classes.

All this is nothing but space to be danced in. There's no need to feel harnessed or limited in any way . . . When the Dude is not in, life just blossoms.

Hacen falta dos para bailar, y hacen falta dos para convertir a una mujer en objeto sexual.

Isabel! ¿Para quién bailas? ¡Pareces una loca!

Tek Gözlü Paritus Kelimeler ÅŸark? söylemeye koyulduÄŸunda dans etmeye baÅŸlar?m. diyordu. Gamaliel'in çevresinde ise dans eden dünya. O,dans etmeyi hiç öÄŸrenmedi.

The first music to be called blues seems to have been slow, but not necessarily sad—it was a sexy rhythm, popular with African American working-class dancers in New Orleans and other parts of the Deep South.

However hallowed by history, though, the idea that blues is fundamentally a musical heart-cry has some problems. For one thing, along with some of the most moving, cathartic music on earth, the American blues tradition has produced thousands of comical party songs and upbeat dance music.

We are fiddle, fork, and spoon, We are dancing with the moon, If you'd like to steal a kiss from us, You'd better steal one soon!

The sentences still form in my mind, and thoughts still do their little show-off dance, but I know my thought patterns so well now that they don't bother me anymore. My thoughts have become like old neighbors, kind of bothersome but ultimately rather endearing - Mr. and Mrs. Yakkity-Yak and their three dumb children, Blah, Blah and Blah. But they don't agitate my home. There's room for all of us in this neighborhood.

You can always find girls who can dance like angels, and some boys, too. But to get a man who can dance like a man—that's not easily found. This kid is everything I'd hoped he would be.")

Come, Titania, your walnut-shell carriage awaits, drawn by dragonflies and coached by a tiny black beetle. Away will we to dance like dandelion fluff upon the wind!

It all boils down to money and power and to hell with the meadow that's flattened while the elephants and donkeys dance for dollars.

We need to see how dance, music, theater, art, poetry, are major arenas for alliance-building, especially among youth. Culture can usher in new visions

and there were days last winter when I danced for sheer joy out in my frost-bound garden, in spite of my years and children.