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Whenever I have had a sudden urge to quit dancing, I just remember that moment I had when I was young and remember that dancing is what I want to do.

When I'm doing well, it's like I'm in a nice little ballet. Everything is going slow all around me. It's very peaceful.

When I stopped doing ballet, I started training in the pool. I would do my barre exercises in the water, because that prevents injuries.

When I've done gymnastics, ballet or soccer - I was always trying to be the best. I'm really driven. Really driven.

When I was a child, I went to stage school three times a week in the evenings - singing, ballet, tap, modern and acting, and I loved it.

When I was nine, I started doing ballet. That's when I knew that I was down to keep doing it.

When I would create a dance, I wouldn't have the luxury that ballet people do when they take a piece of music and impose a dance upon it. What we did in motion pictures was have a song and within that song try to elaborate. My usual method was to do what a writer does: get a plot.

When movement becomes ecstatic, then this is dance. When the movement is so total there is no ego, then it is dance.

When I was very young I wanted to be an opera singer, a ballet dancer... The people I loved were a little different.

When one lifts a ballerina, it is not her weight but her nature that causes the problem.

When we go in the ring we know we're going to get hit. We know we're not the ballet people. But if you go in there and have doubt in your mind that you're afraid to get hit, forget it.

When other little girls wanted to be ballet dancers I kind of wanted to be a vampire.

When you are on stage, you don't see faces. The lights are in your eyes and you see just this black void out in front of you. And yet you know there is life out there, and you have to get your message across.

When you are on stage in front of an audience, you want to engage the entire crowd. If a thousand people are in the theater, you need to dance a thousand different ways, not one-thousandth of a way.

When you are confronted with an opera, you have to keep an eye on everything: the musicians, the chorus, the ballet, the singers, the staging.

Why are we inspired by another person's courage? Maybe because it gives us the sweet and genuine surprise of discovering some trace, at least, of the same courage in ourselves.

Without dancing you can never attain a perfectly graceful carriage, which is of the highest importance in life.

Wrestling is ballet with violence.

Yo, dumbass. What do you think she’d be doing with them? Giving them ballet lessons? (Darling) Tell me again why I can’t kill him? (Hauk) You’re afraid of handling explosives. (Nykyrian) One day I’m going to get over that and when I do…(Hauk) I’ll wisely stop annoying you. (Darling)

You can do anything you want, even if you are being told negative things.stay strong and find motivation.

you...are...a...frige...with...wings...we...are...freaking...ballet...dancers!

You...are...a...fridge...with wings,' Fang ground out, punching an Eraser hard with every word. 'We're...freaking...ballet...dancers.

You cannot create genius. All you can do is nurture it.

You get more negative reactions than positive reactions as you go through life, and the big lesson is nobody counts you out but yourself...I never have; I never will.

You go to the ballet and you see girls dancing on their tiptoes. Why don't they just get taller girls?

You can't drink on an eight hour flight, pass out, and then go onstage... well you can, but then you're Spandau Ballet.

You increase muscle bulk by training against resistance. For example, weights. And in ballet, this isn't the case.

You invest into the future, and that's how young people become human in best sense of it - through the great experience of listening a Müller symphony or to see a great play by Tennessee Williams, experience something in a ballet, in a film.

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

You never advance without losing something en passant... you lose it because you're paying so much attention to the new thing.

Afterwards Isabelle often wondered if the moments themselves were greater or the memory of them. At least the memory did not pass, while the moments passed all too fast. Life whizzed by; she no longer had time to recollect it. Her notebooks to this day retain the story of her desperate attempt to hold together her self, her mind, her reason, her order, her morals.

You're never more of an individual than when you're a happy team player.

Abby,” he signed. “Hmm?” “I have a confession to make.” “Okay,” she said quietly. “I love watching you dance,” he said. Well… that wasn’t what she was expecting. At all. “Really?” He nodded. “I’m actually a little in awe of the way you dance and move and …” He stopped. Abby sat up a little and looked at him. “What? What were you going to say?” “Never mind,” he said shyly and tried to pull her in for another kiss. But her curiosity got the better of her. “Uh-uh. Come on. What were going to say?” Dean signed. Loudly. Rolling onto his back, he flung an arm over his eyes as if he were embarrassed to look at her. “I kind of…dammit.” Another sigh. “I kind of fantasized about watching you dance. Just for me.” Wow. That was totally unexpected too. “Like… a striptease?” she asked, slightly confused. He shook his head. “No. More like just doing what you do in class. But… just for me. And maybe… just wearing something sexy.

You realize you can get good at something, even though ballet almost felt like you could never be good enough. No matter how hard you worked, it was so hard to be a great dancer.

All you can do is be your best self. I'm representing more than just me. I think everyone should be like that.

Before I knew it, I was racing across the highway. For the first time in my life, I didn’t know what to think.

Ballet shoes... I cannot play with them like they're toys. But when the music is playing they get deep on my toes.

But it's this one boy, hanging over a barre, sharing his history, who ended up here with me, in this moment, by pure fate. I wonder what it would be like to kiss him.

Dance resides within us all. Some find it when joy conquers sorrow, others express it through celebration of movements; and then there are those... whose existence is dance,

Classic Ballet, Keep away, keep building your creaky fairy castles, keep cloning clones and meaningless manners, hang on to your beanstalk ballerinas and their midget male shadows, run yourself out of business with your tons of froufrou and costly clattery toe shoes that ruin all chances for illusions of lightness, keep on crowding the minds of blind balletomanes who prefer dainty poses to the eloquent strength of momentum, who have forgotten or never known the manings of gesture, who would nod their noses to barefoot embargos ("so grab me" spelt backwards). Continue to repolish your stiff technique and to ignore a public that hungers for something other than a bag of tricks and the empty-headedness of surface patterns. Just keep it up, keep imitating yourself, and, , go grow your own dance makers. Come on, don't keep trying to filter modern ones through your so-safe extablishment. We're to be seen undiluted, undistorted, not absorbed by your hollow world like blood into a sponge. Yours truly, A Different Leaf on Our Family Tree

By disparaging ballet he succeeded very well in convincing the boys that ballet was not for Americans, that it was European in origin and in continuing character.

Dance less in motion and more in spirit; awaken the dreamer within.

Every child has known God, Not the God of names, Not the God of don'ts, Not the God who ever does Anything weird, But the God who knows only 4 words And keeps repeating them, saying: "Come Dance with Me." Come Dance.

Did any of you ever see Doctor Tetrazzini perform? I say perform advisedly because his operations were performances. He would start by throwing a scalpel across the room into the patient and then make his entrance as a ballet dancer. His speed was incredible: "I don't give them time to die", he would say. Tumors put him in a frenzy of rage. "Fucking undisciplined cells!" he would snarl, advancing on the tumor like a knife-fighter.

I kept wanting to go back on the stage and do it again since I had so much fun and felt so accomplished. It seemed that I had regained a lot of the confidence that I knew I had years before when I performed onstage all the time.

Her body was so slim, so… everything. His hands began to twitch with the need to touch her. Wearing deep purple lace to cover her breasts, she looked so damn perfect. Then she sighed his name. And he was lost

He was just about to move when he felt her kiss his shoulder and his chest. She was curled up against him with her hand resting low on his stomach and clearly, she was waking up. A man could easily get used to this kind of an alarm clock. “Mmm…” she purred against his skin. “Good morning.” It certainly was. “Good morning.” Abby stretched right before she slowly climbed on top of him, straddling him. Yeah, a man could definitely get used to this.

I can’t think of a better way to start my day.” “Get used to it,” he murmured, right before he kissed her.

I feel his arm Lightly Over me. He takes one of my outstretched hands. Draws it beneath my stomach. "One more time..." This is not sex, Not friendship. Something Strange Special In the stillness of his breath, The waterlike way he moves. He is making a dance. We are making a dance.

I knew that I just didn't have it in me to give up, even if I sometimes felt like a fool for continuing to believe.