Quotes About Rhythm

The dance had begun.

When you beat a drum, you create NOW, when silence becomes a sound so enormous and alive it feels like you're breathing in the clouds and the sky, and your heart is the rain and the thunder.

A wave is born from deep conditions of the ocean...A person is born from deep conditions of the world. A person pokes up from the world and rolls along like a wave, until it is time to sink down again. Up, down. Person, wave.

The next four girls were led from the wall into the centre, where the red blended with the blue and settled into a respectable purple. Again the couples began absorbedly describing circles on the village-hall concrete to the beat of the song that the scrawny singer was enthusiastically belting out

Sometimes by a woodland stream he watched the water rush over the pebbled bed, its tiny modulations of bounce and flow. A woman's body was like that. If you watched it carefully enough you could see how it moved to the rhythm of the world, the deep rhythm, the music below the music, the truth below the truth. He believed in this hidden truth the way other men believed in God or love, believed that truth was in fact always hidden, that the apparent, the overt, was invariably a kind of lie.

Yoga is almost like music in a way; there's no end to it.

Success and failure, triumph and disaster. That is the rhythm of life in the garden.

Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.

the song consisted of an invocation to Neptune, chanted by a single leader and repeated in chorus, with a rhythm so sweet and well balanced that it imitated the regular movement of the sailors bending to their oars and the oars beating the water.

The fourth contraction seized her and suddenly she was perspiring. She heard herself cry out and then she heard the children's voices like sparks struck from her own. And then heard a man call "Hello," the single word across what seemed a great distance. Calmly, because the pain was once again subsiding (she recalled the rhythm of the hurricane), she turned her head toward the vestibule. It

She squinted against the sunlight on taxi hoods and bus windows, heard the rushing now of air and of taxis, wheezing buses, and underneath it all something banging—a loosened street sign, a trapped can, a distant hammer—rhythmic and methodical. The march of time.

The windshield wipers were like a new beat in the day's rhythm. Mary

His goal now, he continued, was to write "just kind of songy songs that the milkman can whistle."4

Clock hands move noonward

The poetry is like a rhythmic articulation of feeling." —Allen Ginsberg

Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

There was dancing. Or at least well-meaning clomping in the presence of music if not directly related to it.

Glokta's walking made a steady rhythm on the grimy tiles of the floor. First the confident click of his right heel, then the tap of his cane, then the endless sliding of his left foot, with the familiar stabbing pains in the ankle, knee, arse and back. Click, tap, pain. That was the rhythm of his walking.

Since melatonin levels are at their height between 1 A.M. and 4 A.M., that's the best time to do this meditation

Earthworms will dance

Our point of departure must be the conception of an almost childlike play-sense expressing itself in various play-forms, some serious, some playful, but all rooted in ritual and productive of culture by allowing the innate human need of rhythm, harmony, change, alternation, contrast and climax, etc., to unfold in full richness.

Pero esto no es suficiente, este movimiento es una especie de latido, que aumenta y disminuye, sin el cual sería impensable toda vida; se encoge y se ensancha a la vez de manera regular, repitiéndose este movimiento cada veinticuatro horas, actuando de forma más débil a mediodía y a medianoche

Do not hurry; do not rest.

For in music there is no material to be deducted.