Quotes About Rhythm

Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat, your breathing. It's the rhythm of your life. It's the expression in time and movement,in happiness, joy, sadness and envy.

Waves are the voices of tides. Tides are life.

Life is about rhythm. We vibrate, our hearts are pumping blood, we are a rhythm machine, that's what we are.

Funk is the unending cycle of life.

Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat, your breathing. It's the rhythym of your life.

If the beat is time, flow is what we do with that time, how we live through it. The beat is everywhere, but every life has to find its own flow.

Rhythm is the life of space of time danced through.

Life is like dancing. If we have a big floor, many people will dance. Some will get angry when the rhythm changes. But life is changing all the time.

The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaiety, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.

The cadence of suffering has begun."—CesarePavese

The Candence of has begun. - I am in pieces.

Life equals structure plus activity.

Down in Louisiana we call that Boogie Woogie!

Skipping is just a dancing walk, or if you prefer, a walking dance.

When your heart is beating too quick with nerves, there's nothing like the rhythm of a poem to bring it right again. When you fill your mind with words - beautiful words, stirring words- those words drive away your other worries.

The dancers were in a crowd, so you did not see the intricate play of the feet. All you saw was the heads and shoulders going up and down, up and down.

As Steven Strogatz says in his book, Sync, "For reasons we don't yet understand, the tendency to synchronize is one of the most pervasive drives in the universe, extending from atoms to animals, from people to planets.

As Maria Popova writes, "The dance of anger and forgiveness, performed to the uncontrollable rhythm of trust, is perhaps the most difficult in human life, as well as one of the oldest.

The taste of the masses isn't for structured music, it's for rhythm. Primitive music, Black music, has had a big influence in determining what's played on the radio, because the radio audience is more primitive in tastes than the concert audiences were.

And all the way, to guide their chime,With falling oars they kept the time.

Music, the mosaic of the air

Roll. Tap. Tap. Tap

All around, everywhere you look, is dullness and uncertainty. Even something born of beauty soon leads to boredom and banality, commonplace, the human ritual, the tedious rhythm of life.

I like elven legends, they are so captivating. What a pity humans don't have any legends like that. Perhaps one day they will? Perhaps they'll create some? But what would human legends deal with? All around, wherever one looks, there's greyness and dullness. Even things which begin beautifully lead swiftly to boredom and dreariness, to that human ritual, that wearisome rhythm called life.