Quotes About Rhythm

Want to dance? We have music this time. And I don't have to punch you when we finish.

Ultimately, the goal of hitting is to get your mind out of the way and let your body take over - and to slow the game down

Jazz is the folk music of the machine age.

I would talk in iambic pentameter if it were easier.

If your love had a song what would it be? Could you soul continuously thrive without its rhythm?

Love is like music, every new rhythm gives life a whole new meaning.

En eso soy como el Cantante porque a él también le encanta hablar, hasta cuando toma la guitarra y crea sus rimas con «ismo» y «cisma» lo que está haciendo es hablar. Y hasta cuando rima «ismo» con «cisma» está esperando que le contestes porque lo que aquí hacemos es conversar. El reggae no es más que un hombre que habla y conversa con otro hombre, conversando por ambos laos, como digo yo.

Stalag Rhythm

Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart.

Dancing is very like poetry.

Do you believe a place can have its own distinct rhythm? I do. Just as surely as the pulling of tides. Just as meaningful as a beating heart. And just as mysterious as the throaty purr of a well-stroked cat. I believe every place has its own unique rhythm. And I believe we are either in or out of sync with it.

Much modern prose is praised for its terseness, its scrupulous avoidance of curlicue, etcetera. But I don't feel the deeper rhythm there. I don't think these writers are being terse out of choice. I think they are being terse because it's the only way they can write.

Music is the pleasure the human mind experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting.

le corps a faim [...] du battement d'un autre coeur pour régler le rythme du sien.

A supreme love, a motive that gives a sublime rhythm to a woman's life, and exalts habit into partnership with the soul's highest needs, is not to be had where and how she wills.

If God is the DJ, then Life is the dance floor; Love is the rhythm, and You are the music.

Love is a lot like dancing-you just surrender to the music.

My ambition was to live like music.

It had the rhythm and suspense of a juggler adding more objects to the spinning collection already airborne. Sometimes

Nature's music is never over her silences are pauses, not conclusions.

Apples, apples, apples." Cassiopeia sang along

Ba-bump—ba-bump—ba-bump—ba-bump

ta-TUM, ta-TUM, ta-TUM, ta-TUM, ta-TUM

bum-de-bum-de-bum-de-bum;