Quotes About Rhythm

Life dances on the moment.

As I write, My fingers tap tap the keys the way Ravi Shankar's fingers pluck and strum the strings of his sitar.

We need to learn to dance more softly.

Hip is the knowledge and Hop is the movement.

A song moves a story fast or slow like the river moves the water.

L'Albin, avec sa procession de joueurs d'harmonicas

Research shows that sincere positive feelings--like love, care, gratitude, appreciation, compassion, or joy--smooth out our heart rhythm into a harmonious coherent pattern.

It's four A.M.! Who goes to bed this early!?

Anything can become music if listened to long enough

Its sound is the foundation of the rhythm of a band, often pounding out the basic pulse of the music or playing along with the bass player's rhythm.

snare drum creates the backbeat (the driving rhythm

La vida es como andar en bicicleta. Para mantener el equilibrio, tienes que seguir moviéndote.

Music does not replace words, it gives tone to the words

The first music to be called blues seems to have been slow, but not necessarily sad—it was a sexy rhythm, popular with African American working-class dancers in New Orleans and other parts of the Deep South.

I LIKE WHEN YOU WALK far enough that a kind of relaxation happens and you can be inside the rhythm of your feet. Your brain shifts like a car; you settle down, look around, and feel ah. In a more slow-motion way, you see where you are. And where I am is outside and free, on a summer day. There are times you know

To even call somebody "a creative person" is almost laughably redundant; creativity is the hallmark of our species. We have the senses for it; we have the curiosity for it; we have the opposable thumbs for it; we have the rhythm for it; we have the language and the excitement and the innate connection to divinity for it.

History has a pulse, they say - but mostly I have never been able to hear it, not even when it is drumming right in my goddamn ears.

there's no way we can ever hope to understand ourselves if we don't at least marginally understand our home. That is the understanding we need to put our lives in some bigger metaphysical context. Instead, Eustace sees a chilling sight- a citizenry so removed from the rhythm of nature that we march through our lives as mere sleepwalkers, blinded, deafened, and senseless. Robotically existing in sterilized surroundings that numb the mind, weaken the body, and atrophy the soul.

History has a pulse, they say- but mostly I have never been able to hear it, not even when its drumming in my goddamn ears.

Great darkness and constant, feeble light, the slow flowing of time from far beyond his conception to far beyond his power to follow, the solitude about him and the troubled and peopled world within, all these settled into their perpetual pattern, a steady rhythm as perfect as sleep.

For what is a disciple? He is one who seeks to learn a new rhythm, to enter a new field of experience, and to follow the steps of that advanced humanity who have trodden ahead of him the path, leading from darkness to light, from the unreal to the real.

and every six seconds a blackbird

The sensual and spiritual are the same energy playing at different speeds, like poetry and dance.

The visit has commenced. The box step, three-quarter waltz time. No fast moves or sudden stops.