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Sun is shining. Weather is sweet. Make you wanna move your dancing feet.

Tango is serious and takes discipline. It must be studied hard to be done well. It is elegant, formal, passionate and intimate. It is about power and vulnerability. It is both dance and metaphor. And to its captives becomes a magnificent obsession

Tap dancing all started with the old clog waltz.

Technical perfection is insufficient. It is an orphan without the true soul of the dancer.

Technique-bodily control-must be mastered only because the body must not stand in the way of the soul's expression.

Technique is what you fall back on when you run out of inspiration.

That's a traditional Samoan dance. I was lucky that I was able to fly my cousins, who are professional dancers, up from Hawaii and they were able to be in the movie with me. We had a great time.

The ballet is a purely female thing; it is a woman, a garden of beautiful flowers, and man is the gardener.

The aesthetic pleasure of dance is a secondary reflection of the primary, vital joy of courtship.

The beauty to which the Dance ought to aspire

The beauty to which the Dance ought to aspire is not dependent upon taste or pleasure, but is founded on the immutable laws of Nature.

The artist writes, paints, sings or dances the burden of some idea or feeling off his mind.

The beautiful always retains the freshness of novelty, while the astonishing soon grow tiresome.

The body is a reservoir of all sorts of tensions and dark forces. And it's also the potential source of amazing energy. This thing wants to live. It is a powerful engine. The brain (is) a reservoir of images, dreams, fears, associations, language. And its potential we can't even begin to understand. Movement begins to negotiate the distance between the brain and the body and it can be surprising what we learn about each other.

The best relationship student -teacher is in knowing who is right for you and who you are right for.

The body is your instrument in dance, but your art is outside that creature, the body.

The choreographer cannot deliberately make a ballet to appeal to an audience, he has to start from personal inspirations. He has to trust the ballet, to let it stand on its own strengths or fall on its weaknesses. If it reaches the audience, then he is lucky that round!

The choreographer and the dancer must remember
that they reach the audience through the eye.
It's the illusion created which convinces the audience,
much as it is with the work of a magician.

The choreographic process is exhausting. It happens on one's feet after hours of work, and the energy required is roughly the equivalent of writing a novel and winning a tennis match simultaneously.

The Creator wants us to drum. He wants us to corrupt the world with drum, dance and chants. After all, we have already corrupted the world with power and greed....which hasn't gotten us anywhere - now's the time to corrupt the world with drum, dance and chants.

The craft Emmys are kind of the kids table at Thanksgiving. You're not really invited to the big dance. It's still really, really exciting, and the statue still counts.

The creative process is not controlled by a switch you can simply turn on or off; it's with you all the time.

The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.

The dance in which the men form one row, the women another, and dance with and opposite each other in a form of love play, is widely diffused and may be confidentally assigned to a Protoneolithic culture level.

The dance is the mother of the arts. Music and poetry exist in time; painting and architecture in space. But the dance lives at once in time and space.

The Dance - it is the rhythm of all that dies in order to live again; it is the eternal rising of the sun.

The dance is the mother of the arts, The dance breaks down the distinction of body & soul.

The dance lives in all mankind as a necessary motor-rhythmic expression of excess energy and the joy of living.

The dancer's body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul.

The dance grew into a colorful flower bouquet which caught and contained the glow of sun-happy summer days, the secret of star-studded nights, and the wistful sweetness of overcast and rainy hours.

The dance is strong magic. The body can fly without wings. It can sing without voice. The dance is strong magic. The dance is life.

The Dance: A minimum of explanation, a minimum of anecdotes - and a maximum of sensations.

The dancer of the future will be one whose body & soul have grown so harmoniously together that the natural language of the soul will have become the movement of the body.

The dance world is too small in lots of ways - it's too intense, it rattles around itself, and it needs exposing to other ideas.

The Dance can, with the aid of music, rise to the heights of poetry. On the other hand, through an excess of gymnastics it can also degenerate into buffoonery. So-called "difficult" feats can be executed by countless adepts, but the appearance of ease is achieved only by the chosen few.

The dance is the mother of all languages.

The dancer, or dancers, must transform the stage for the audience as well as for themselves into an autonomous, complete, virtual realm, and all motions into a play of visible forces in unbroken, virtual time...Both space and time, as perceptible factors, disappear almost entirely in the dance illusion.

The dancer's body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul. The true dance is an expression of serenity; it is controlled by the profound rhythm of inner emotion. Emotion does not reach the moment of frenzy out of a spurt of action; it broods first, it sleeps like the life in the seed, and it unfolds with a gentle slowness. The Greeks understood the continuing beauty of a movement that mounted, that spread, that ended with a promise of rebirth.

The first expression of religion was the dance, and the first motive of the dance was religion.

The expression should come from within oneself, conveying the spiritual - something between earth and heaven. And if one runs, one should not seem to touch the ground.

The English dance unites the guests of an evening by the spell of rhythmical movement into a chance casual community.

The fight is won or lost far away from witnesses - behind the lines, in the gym, and out there on the road, long before I dance under those lights.

The first religious experience that I can remember is getting under the nursery table to pray that the dancing mistress might be dead before we got to the Dancing Class.

The further off from England the nearer is to France- Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.

The Gods have meant That I should dance And in some mystic hour I shall move to unheard rhythms Of the cosmic orchestra of heaven And you will know the language Of my wordless poems And will come to me For that is why I dance.

The good Lord gave you a body that can stand most anything. It's your mind you have to convince.

The gymnasium of running, walking on stilts, climbing, etc. stells and makes hardy single powers and muscles, but dancing, like a corporeal poesy, embellishes, exercises, and equalizes all the muscles at once.

The lips are closed, for the dancer has plenty of other voices at his service.

The height of artistic skill is to know how to conceal the mechanical effort and strain beneath harmonious calm.

The higher up you go, the more mistakes you are allowed. Right at the top, if you make enough of them, it's considered to be your style.