Quotes About Rhythm

I hate working out, but I love jumping rope. Theres a rhythm. It's like dancing.

The concept is basically; that the pieces we know and love are made up of scales, arpeggios, and the like.

I love to dance so much. It's one of my guilty pleasures in life and my hobby.

I love grooves and dance music, but I like the feeling behind songs too.

On the dance floor, we were all doing the struggle.

Language was a code, like numbers, he said, and depended just as much on rhythm for its power

Don't you dare to squeeze that sponge over me,' she began angrily. 'This beastly getting up early! Why, at home . . .' 'Why, at home, "We don't get up till eight o'clock,"' chanted some of the girls, and laughed. They knew Gwendoline Mary's complaints by heart now.

Night can swallow you up, yet none of it touches you. Around any corner, there's a promise of something daring and ideal and things are just getting going. There's something obscenely joyful behind every door, either that or somebody crying with their head in in their hands. A lazy rhythm looms in the dreamy air and the atmosphere pulsates with bygone duels, past-life romance, comrades requesting comrades to aid them in some way. You can't see it, but you know it's there

By combining certain elements of technique which ignite each other I could shit the levels of perception, time-frame structures and systems of rythm which would give my songs a brighter countenance, call them up from the grave [...] It was like parts of my psyche were being communicated to by angels. There was a big fire in the fireplace and the wind was making it roar.

Slow is smooth and smooth is fast.

It never stopped, even at night, it was our lullaby. It was our metronome, our pulse. It was our lives measured out in doses slightly larger than those famous coffee spoons. Soup spoons, maybe? Dented tin spoons brimming with what should have been sweet but was sour, gone off, gone by without our savouring it: our lives

beating time along the edge of thought.

I let the lights and the faces come at me. I let the nerves tap out signals to my brain center. I let go. The pink, green, and yellow neons flashed on and off with a definite rhythm, each with its own particular tempo. Together they screamed out a syncopated color rhapsody. The faces; the cafés; the speed of light, steel cars. Swift; quick. Red; green. Flash; off. Stop; go.

Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance

There is only the dance.

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In the morning movement is linear, in the afternoon circular, in the evening pendular, at night it retraces, restudies, reobserves, sidling backwards, and in the grey dawn briefly at 5:03 for a second it becomes a point, motionless.

Although Trixie was jostled about a lot the first few minutes and almost lost her stirrups again, she found to her delight at the end of the lesson that she could grip with her knees and rise up to meet Lady's gait almost as rhythmically as Honey.

Las costumbres, Andrée, son formas concretas del ritmo, son la cuota de ritmo que nos ayuda a vivir.

Las costumbres, Andrée, son formas concretas del ritmo, son la cuota del ritmo que nos ayuda a vivir. No era tan terrible vomitar conejitos una vez que se había entrado en el ciclo invariable, en el método.

Fue un alto en el tiempo, una línea que cesa de pronto en el ritmo del dibujo antes de recomenzar en otra parte del papel, buscando una nueva dirección.

Habits, Andrea, are concrete forms of rhythm, are that portion of rhythm which helps to keep us alive.

después la llamarada de la trompeta, el falo amarillo rompiendo el aire y gozando con avances y retrocesos y hacia el final tres notas ascendentes, hipnóticamente de oro puro, una perfecta pausa donde todo el swing del mundo palpitaba en un instante intolerable, y entonces la eyaculación de un sobreagudo resbalando y cayendo como un cohete en la noche sexual

Habits, Andrea, are concrete forms of rhythm, are that portion of rhythm which helps to keep us alive. Vomiting bunnies wasn't so terrible once one had gotten into the unvarying cycle, into the method. You will want to know why all this work, why