Quotes About Rhythm

The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word.

Mi corazón no late, baila.

Even if you have three or four extra syllables, or even five or seven, you needn't worry as long as it sounds right. But if even one syllable is stale in your mouth, give it all of your attention.

That kind of monotony that running generates - the one soundtracked by heavy breathing and the steady rhythm of feet on pavements - became a kind of metaphor for depression.

But sometimes it seems there is no explanation as to why the things are happening – why all the buses are coming along at once – why life's moments of luck and pain arrive in clusters. All we can do is observe the pattern, the rhythm, and then live it.

Music is about time,' I told her. 'It is about controlling time.

10. Breathe. Breathe deep and pure and smooth. Concentrate on it. Breathing is the pace you set your life at. It's the rhythm of the song of you. It's how to get back to the centre of things. The centre of yourself. When the world wants to take you in every other direction. It was the first thing you learned to do. The most essential and simple thing you do. To be aware of breath is to remember you are alive.

A 'band' was 'onstage' playing 'music'.

Breathe. Breathe deep and pure and smooth. Concentrate on it. Breathing is the pace you set your life at. It's the rhythm of the song of you. It's how to get back to the center of things. The center of yourself. When the world wants to take you in every other direction. It was the first thing you learned to do. The most essential and simple thing you do. To be aware of breath is to remember you are alive.

Life has a strange rhythm. It takes a while to fully be aware of this (...) but the rhythm is there. The tempo shifts and fluctuates; there are structures within structures, patterns within patterns.

We are too aware of numerical time and not aware enough of natural time.

Sa asculti muzica, mi-am dat eu seama, nu era altceva decat placerea de a numara fara sa iti dai seama ca numeri.

When things start to happen, other things start to happen. But sometimes it seems there is no explanation as to why the things are happening – why all the buses are coming along at once – why life's moments of luck and pain arrive in clusters. All we can do is observe the pattern, the rhythm, and then live it.

Sometimes--as it was happening now--the music on the radio matched the rhythm of the bridge. The cables climbed toward the second arch, and she felt herself in the uncanny presence of beauty. Nothing else in her day stirred her to the contemplation of abstract ideas. The bridge was making an argument for its own soundness as she drove over it.

Number is the Word but is not utterance it is wave and light, though no one sees it it is rhythm and music, though no one hears it. Its variations are limitless and yet it is immutable. Each form of life is a particular reverberation of Number.

It is necessary that a line, as a trace of movements, must be a rhythm, a law...a field of possibilities beyond the probable. This spatiality is meta-spatial...A line arouses the field that gives it sense by deforming the field given...It is a systematic error, 'coherent deformation'--thus each painting is the creation of a dimensionality--thus (1) the painting is a world for itself, not a copy of the world; (2) it expresses indirectly and not by returning to the object.

Everything in the universe has a rhythm, everything dances.

Music is about listening, the more you play, the more the magic spreads.

Ask any comedian, tennis player, chef. Timing is everything.

Knife, Fork, Spoon. Rock, Paper, Scissors. It's the Rule of Three.

All we do is to rise and to fall; and in between these two activities, we sleep!

A lot of music is mathematics. It's balance.

My wit is often characterized as being Jewish comedy. Occasionally, that's true. But for the most part to characterize my humor as purely Jewish humor is not accurate. It's really New York humor. New York humor is not just Jewish humor. It has a certain rhythm. It has a certain intensity and a certain pulse.

Sometimes Thomas Mackee will stick an earphone into my ear and ask me to listen to a song. When I get over the revulsion of putting something in my ear that's been in his, I sit back and let the music take over, and for a half hour there's something comforting about someone's heart beating at the same rhythm as mine.