Best 1204 quotes in «dance quotes» category

When you step back and watch people, you realize that we use every single body part. Movement, dance - I find it genius because it's ultimate expression, really.

Wherever there are four walls, consciousness of direction is far keener.

Wherever a dancer stands is holy ground.

White performances were always dull in comparison to the astonishing expressiveness of Black dancers. Behind the white person's inarticulate body were centuries of condemnation of dancing on religious grounds.

Whoever finds that they're not prepared to give their all should draw the inescapable conclusion from that and stop.

Whoever has seen the masked at a ball dance amicably together, and take hold of hands without knowing each other, leaving the next moment to meet no more, can form an idea of the world.

Who is Mike Judge? Let me think. The only way I could possibly answer that question would be in a nonverbal fashion. I think I could do an interpretive dance that would answer that question for you.

Who's judging American Idol? Paula Abdul? Paula Abdul judging a singing contest is like Christopher Reeve judging a dance contest!

Why do I dance? Dance is my medicine. It’s the scream which eases for a while the terrible frustration common to all human beings who because of race, creed, or color, are ‘invisible’. Dance is the fist with which I fight the sickening ignorance of prejudice.

Will someone else's life be brighter tomorrow, because of what you have done today?

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?

With dance, you learn to channel nerves into energy, excited energy.

Work like you don't need the money.

Without music, life would be a mistake... I would only believe in a God who knew how to dance.

Wives are people who feel they don't dance enough.

Wooing, wedding, and repenting is as a Scotch jig, a measure, and a cinque-pace: the first suit is hot and hasty like a Scotch jig--and full as fantastical; the wedding, mannerly modest, as a measure, full of state and ancientry; and then comes repentance and with his bad legs falls into the cinque-pace faster and faster, till he sink into his grave.

Words make you think a thought. Music makes you feel a feeling. A song makes you feel a thought.

Would you dance, if I asked you to dance? Would you run, and never look back? Would you cry, if you saw me crying? And would you save my soul tonight?

You and I are but specks of that rhythmic urge which is Brahma, which is Allah, which is God.

Writing, not dancing, is the chosen form of expression of the white man.

Yoga is a dance within…and then something inside you grows so big, it spills out like champagne, that’s when you dance on the outside.

You can be totally involved, you could admire just the shape of or you could be totally emotionally mushed up into the dance.

You can be creative only if you love life enough that you want to enhance its beauty.

You can't dance until you've learnt steps, the things your feet can do.

You can fool the eyes and minds of the audience, but you cannot fool their hearts.

You dance because you have to. Dance is an essential part of life that has always been with me.

You can't reduce lactic acid, but you can increase your tolerance to it. I do this through running or cycling, but it's a good idea to match your training bout to the type of dance you do.

You have to love dancing to stick to it. It gives you nothing back, no manuscripts to store away, no paintings to show on walls and maybe hang in museums, no poems to be printed and sold, nothing but that fleeting moment when you feel alive. It is not for unsteady souls .

You have to be able to cut off from the ballet and relax, or you have anxiety dreams at night, worrying about what you're going to dance the next day, going over every little detail.

You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open.

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

You know, ballet might be too formal of a title for the type of dance I do, but I love to dance.

You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it. That is why you must read, that is why you must look at the skies, that is why you must sing and dance, and write poems and suffer and understand, for all that is life.

You need the courage to seem foolish and to fail.

You must understand the whole of life, not just one little part of it.

You see, when weaving a blanket, an Indian woman leaves a flaw in the weaving of that blanket to let the soul out.

You never know when I might decide to work in a Bollywood film and do one of those dance numbers with the whole crew in the backdrop.

You're gonna be ok, dum de dum dum dum, just dance.

Your presence was shore where I rested/ released from the hoodoo of that dance, where I spoke/ with my true voice again.

Young dancers are training at a very vulnerable time in their lives... So train the whole person, not just the dancer.

A friend is he who can feel your heart's beating and dance with it when it is joyful, cry with it when it is torn, and inspire when it is in need.

You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt

A free spirit is not bound by this, that, matter, materialism or opinion. They sing, dance and flow on the wind - for they are at one with it. They are nothing and everything - void and expanse. Even space and time does not confine or define them. For they are pure energy itself.

After dancing to "Rihanna - We Found Love ft. Calvin Harris", I earned 300 Fit Bit points, I danced for 4.30 mins.

And she had the magic I had never come across all my life. A minute with her messed up my mind and heart in a way that all the theories of right and wrong didn't matter anymore. All of a sudden opening my arms to the storm seemed a better choice, than dancing under the rainbows.

Against a set of desolate scenery, amid spectral crags and livid mountains of ash, beneath the funereal daylight of slopes illuminated in blue, she personified the spirit of the witches' sabbat. Morbid and voluptuous, sometimes with extenuated grace and infinite lassitude, she seemed to carry the burden of a criminal beauty, a beauty charged with all the sins cf the multitude. She fell again and again upon her pliant legs, and as she outlined the symbolic gestures of her two beautiful dead arms she seemed to be towing them behind her. Then, the vertigo of the abyss took hold of her again, and like one possessed she stood on point, holding herself fully erect from top to toe, like a spike of flesh and shadows. Her arms, weighed down just a few moments earlier, became menacing, demoniac, and audacious. Twisting like a screw, she whirled around, like a winnowing-machine - no, like a great lily stirred by a storm-wind. Clownish and macabre, a nacreous gleam showed between her lips... oh, that cruel and sardonic smile, and the two deep pools of her terrible eyes! Ize Kranile!

All I know is that the fear I have been battling all night is breaking down the door of my ignorance. As my feet slam down I feel not the hard, wet asphalt but the soft Persian rug that led to the staircase in my father’s home. In the glow of lightning the dancing trees are illuminated but I see my mother in the glow of candlelight, spinning, twirling, her hair fanned out behind her. It is falling over me, saturating my thoughts, and I cannot. I cannot let it in.

And remember whatever discipline you're in, whether you're a musician or a photographer, fine artist or a cartoonist, writer, a dancer, a singer, a designer... whatever you do, you have a thing that's unique. You have the ability to make art.

A gracefully effortless floating, flowing and flying are the essentials of the ballet’s image of man.

All my life I've been fascinated by the precipice in all of us. When you come to it, you either choose to fall or you don’t --Alvin Ailey