Quotes About Rhythm

Remember: life is a rhythm between day and night, summer and winter. It is a continuous rhythm. Never stop anywhere! Be moving! And the bigger the swing, the deeper your experience will be.

It's better to dance than to march through life.

Rhythmic motion has become the carrier and creator of almost every ecstatic mood of any significance in human life.

For me, the backdrop of half the experiences of life includes music.

Life has its rhythm and we have ours. They're designed to coexist in harmony, so that when we do what is ours to do and otherwise let life be, we garner acceptance and serenity.

Life is a song to me.

Dance is movement, and movement is life.

Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart. The instrument through which the dance speaks is also the instrument through which life is lived ... the human body.

Life songs of ages, throbbing in my blood, have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood.

Eat when it is time to eat. And walk when it is time to walk.

In our rhythm of earthly life we tire of light. We are glad when the day ends, when the play ends; and ecstasy is too much pain.

It's just me and my guitar, and the rhythm's from there, and the poetry of life.

The natural rhythm of human life is routine punctuated by orgies.

Timing is everything in life and in golf.

I am telling you what I know—words have music and if you are a musician you will write to hear them.

All matter, including you and I, has rhythmic movement within it and our quest should be to create a proper rhythmic harmony within ourselves…you feel happy when you sit near an ocean because your vibrations try to synchronize with the frequency of the waves.

Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.

Keeping time, time, time,In a sort of Runic rhyme,To the tintinnabulation that so musically wellsFrom the bells, bells, bells, bells,Bells, bells, bells.

I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty. Its sole arbiter is taste. With the intellect or with the conscience, it has only collateral relations. Unless incidentally, it has no concern whatever either with duty or with truth.

The word "Verse" is used here as the term most convenient for expressing, and without pedantry, all that is involved in the consideration of rhythm, rhyme, meter, and versification... the subject is exceedingly simple; one tenth of it, possibly may be called ethical; nine tenths, however, appertains to the mathematics.

If you learn music you'll learn most all there is to know.

Wheels keep on turning and turning and turning And nothing's disturbing the way they go around.

everyone clapped, in metronomic spasms.

How can you explain that you need to know that the trees are still there, and the hills and the sky? Anyone knows they are. How can you say it is time your pulse responded to another rhythm, the rhythm of the day and the season instead of the hour and the minute? No, you cannot explain. So you walk.