Quotes About Rhythm

Share a dance whose melodies are heartbeats and elevate your bond to a place of spiritual intimacy

Slow or fast, no matter how you dance, as long as each step narrates the emotions of the heart

That which allows the flow of winds, to its rhythm descends the rain, starts yet lasts beyond melodies play. It is a dance of heartbeats, it is a dance of countless journeys. It is a dance of life's spiritual escape

What is dance but a dose of stability, for it restores the balance of calm and chaos beneath

What is this sensation of movements that every celebration of life begins and ends with a dance

I love music.

as long as there are movement and harmony, there are words.

A honey bee, a funny flea, a pitter patter sunny sea A breezy snow, a wheezy crow, a bitter batter easy dough A teary hymn, a weary limb, a titter tatter cheery swim A cozy yawn, a nosy fawn, a chitter chatter rosy dawn

Step, fart. Step, fart. Step, fart.

if I want to know a poem, Biblically, respiratorily, cardio- vascularly, I chart the rhythms of its lines—and I no longer fear that beat interests me so deeply because I was a child beaten to the 4/4 beat

I want to gather the unaccented beats... and thank them, give them treats, whatever a feminine ending eats

I think everybody can agree that you can hear a certain song and it will put you in a certain mood, and that's just the beauty of music and I am so inspired by that.

I envy drummers. It must be the ultimate to sing and play drums at the same time. Phil Collins, no wonder he's so f... happy.

I'm unstuck in time. Also, I juggle like mad and have made myself efficient.

Dance is the only thing that lets you lose yourself and find yourself at the same time.

There is no answer to any of these questions. It's a matter of time and timing, of seas and seasons, of breathing in and breathing out. It's a matter of balance.

Another important time when I feel most alive is when I hear a song that I love so much that all I can do is dance - I feel so free!

Though you rise early, yet the day comes at his time, and not till then.

In my moments of down time I tend to listen to Blues.

God has so arranged the chronometry of our spirits, that there shall be thousands of silent moments between the striking hours.

Western ears have a hard time hearing anything that isn't in four-four time. A lot of cultures experience music in five-eight, for example, five-four.

I'm a blues guy and I listen to blues all the time and blues is timeless.

Despite the usual idea of a figure skater, I have no rhythm when it comes to even walking off the ice. I fall off curbs all the time.

How time slips past, masked in the rhythm of the days!