Quotes About Dance

Reincarnation is a dance. It is a movement of life to the rhythm of the universe. Spirit and matter join together as one dancing partner. They dance and it goes on forever.

Life is a play that does not allow testing. So, sing, cry, dance, laugh and live intensely, before the curtain closes and the piece ends with no applause.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet

Life is a dream even in its most painful moments, it's a dream that we can dance to.

The nobility danced for the sake of social grace, to exhibit their finery...peasants danced to make themselves happy, to escape the routine of their life, and to meet their future wives and husbands.

The finer things I feel in me, the golden dance life could be.

My goal in life is to give to the world what I was lucky to receive: the ecstasy of divine union through my music and my dance.

Both dance and dream are brought into being by the consciousness of a moment. They can never be repeated or successfully imitated. But you can dance and dream again. You must, if life is to continue.

The Deadheads are doing the dance of life and this I would say is the answer to the atom bomb.

I always tell people: Life is the dance between what you desire most and what you fear most. You've got to be able to deal with the threshold of control.

Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.

I'm not going to be dancing with the stars at this stage in my life. But I want to dance and bop around, and I did, and I can.

You get your confidence and intuition back by trusting yourself, by being militantly on your own side. ... Don't look at your feet to see if you are doing it right. Just dance.

Dancing is my obsession. My life.

The web of life is a beautiful and meaningless dance. The web of life is a process with a moving goal. The web of life is a perfectly finished work of art right where I am sitting now.

I always thought the saddest feeling in life is when you're dancing in a really joyful way and then you hit your head on something.

You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life.

Different entities are composed of different densities of molecules but ultimately every pixel is made up of electrons, protons, and neutrons performing a delicate dance. Every pixel, including every iota of you and me, and every pixel of space seemingly

Whether we like it or not, it really is a jungle out there in the world of business, and it's crawling with predators. In my work I often use the image "dance with the tiger," because the tiger is viewed or even worshiped around the world as the ultimate predator. To dance well—to negotiate well—we must hear the music, we must feel the music, we must be tuned in to our partner—our "adversary"—at all times,

You're growing up. And rain sort of remains on the branches of a tree that will someday rule the Earth. And it's good that there is rain. It clears the month of your sorry rainbow expressions, and it clears the streets of the silent armies... so we can dance.

On nights like this, when there is anxiety about, there is a glut of lovemaking. Then the moon is our dance master. He has us move in unison. He has us trill and carol in each other's ears until the stars themselves have swollen and ripened to our cries. As ever here, we find our consolations sowing seed.

We are a heathen company, more devoted to the customs and the Holy days than to the Holiness itself. We find more pleasure in the song and dance of God than in the piety.

She looked at him and smiled. She placed her hand upon his shoulder. He took her right hand in his left and placed his other at her waist, looking at her as if she were an unexploded bomb. They began to dance.

O demônio esbarra manso mansinho, se fazendo de apeado, tanto tristonho, e, o senhor pára próximo – aí então ele desanda em pulos e prazeres de dansa, falando grosso, querendo abraçar e grossas caretas – boca alargada. Porque ele é – é dôido sem cura. Todo perigo.