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Words are cold, muddy toads trying to understand sprites dancing in a field-but they're all we have.

Writing is a performance, like singing an aria or dancing a jig

Writing is finally about one thing: going into a room alone and doing it. Putting words on paper that have never been there in quite that way before. And although you are physically by yourself, the haunting Demon never leaves you, that Demon being the knowledge of your own terrible limitations, your hopeless inadequacy, the impossibility of ever getting it right. No matter how diamond-bright your ideas are dancing in your brain, on paper they are earthbound.

Writing is not like dancing or modeling; it's not something where-if you missed it by age 19-you're finished. It's never too late. Your writing will only get better as you get older and wiser. If you write something beautiful and important, and the right person somehow discovers it, they will clear room for you on the bookshelves of the world-at any age. At least try.

Yes, I would (be a big hit on Dancing with the Stars), but I don't think I can be wearing those tight outfits they have on there. I'm a very good dancer. I'm the John Travolta of Venezuela. If I was one of the 'Jersey Shore' guys and I had their stomach, then hell yeah I would do it.

You can bring out your inner self and moods through dancing. Music does the same.

You can express love by calling out the truth out of the situation as opposed to dancing around it.

You can have a knack for dancing, but you still have to practice till your feet are bleeding to be worthy of being in front of an audience.

You can raise welts like nobody else, as we dance to the Masochism Tango.

You get a show where people are jumping up and dancing, but it's not a critical event in the sense of profound catharsis. Essentially it's celebratory.

You can't lie when you dance. It's so direct. You do what is in you. It is impossible to dance out of the side of your mouth.

You'd never catch me dancing on tables in public. I have no desire to be known for my personal life.

You can't fool television viewers with dancing girls and flashing lights

You have to be aware. Like, I'm not going to do any downhill skiing. It looks like a whole lot of fun, but I'm not going to risk breaking a leg. I want to be dancing the way I'm dancing now for 30 more years.

You have no idea, especially in green screen, what movie you're doing. You really don't. And then, you see the movie and you're like, "Oh, my god, I'm on a cliff right now! I'm having sex right now! I thought I was dancing.

You have dancing shoes with nimble soles. I have a soul of lead.

You Jig, you amble, and you lisp.

You have to love dancing to stick to it.

You, just as you are, and your life here, right now, are all there is and all you need to know. You don't have to do anything special. Mostly, you have to be open to meeting face to face, and even dancing with, the truth that pertains to your life right now. You have to find a way to collect your fractured pieces, examine them, and the accept them as part of who you are. Spiritual practice is about transformation, but it's also, and more importantly, about working with what is.

You presume to name those who have no name. We are pandemonium and disaster. We are the dancing, gibbering horror of the world.

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

You’re just jealous of me because I’m a tap-dancing ballerina fairy princess veterinarian!

Your creativity is waiting for you like a dancing partner.

Your empty eyes seem to pass me by and leave me dancing with myself.

Your self-image is as ephemeral as the play of light dancing on the surface of the water.

You're terrified that nothing will ever give you the fulfillment that dancing has given you.

Your nature is to keep quiet. You came from silence and you have to return to silence... you are dancing only for a little while you see... a little while you are dancing.

You think we're dancing?' 'That's all we've ever done.

You wiggle to the left, you wiggle to the right, you do the Ooby Dooby with all your might.

You've got to keep your body active, even if that means just turning on some music and dancing for an hour. ...That's how you;ll prepare your bodies and your minds for greatness.

You've got to find ways to breathe while you're dancing so that when it comes time for you to stop and sing again, you have it. To prepare, I do a lot of aerobic activity. Many times at the gym, people will look at me because I'll be on the treadmill humming.

You wave your hands up to the sky, kick your legs to the side. Are you ready, let's do the Freddie.

All that sultry May evening I danced physically with Christie, but in spirit with Tina. That special duality of the Davenports, of being able to haunt in absence, was so manifestly strong that several times I only saved myself by the sheerest miracle from calling the girl in the pale primrose dress by the wrong name.

A career in dance, however, was by no means even contemplated at this time.

A fit encomium for marital bliss," Beaumont said, putting down his knife and fork. "Dancing to a tune one neither likes nor understands, with a partner who thinks you a cadaver.

A girl who travels has learned how to dance barefoot. She’s learned to place her toes in the sand and dance through rhythm, not through rehearsed footwork. She’s learned to follow what she likes, not what she needs to like.

Amy let him lead her to the dance area. She gasped when he immediately tugged her body against his. Clearly Erik had not learned the dance rules taught at St. Francis High School. He didn’t leave room for air, much less a holy presence.

America, I think, is about poor people playing music and poor people sharing food and poor people dancing, even when everything else in their life is so desperate, and so dismal that it doesn't seem there should be any room for any music, any extra food, or any extra energy for dancing. And people can say that I'm wrong, that we're a puritanical people, an evangelical people, a selfish people, but I don't believe that. I don't want to believe that.

A moment later I am moving through space. Spinning. Twirling. Dancing. In the light.

An artist who works with his hands, his head and his heart at the same time creates a masterpiece.

And such is your definition of matrimony and dancing. Taken in that light, certainly their resemblance is not striking; but I think I could place them in such a view. You will allow that in both man has the advantage of choice, woman only the power of refusal; that in both it is an engagement between man and woman, formed for the advantage of each; and that when once entered into, they belong exclusively to each other till the moment of its dissolution; that it is their duty each to endeavor to give the other no cause for wishing that he or she had bestowed themselves elsewhere, and their best interest to keep their own imaginations from wandering towards the perfections of their neighbors, or fancying that they should have been better off with any one else.

And i've just kept dancing. I don't know if i've overcome these things, but the music never stopped, so neither did I.

And then I'm dancing, swept away by the music and the magic and Ryn's arms guiding me. We spin graceful circles around the floor. Ryn lets go of me and I twirl beneath his arm, laughing at the same time. It is so not me, and yet I find I'm actually enjoying it. "See?" Ryn says, "This is easy. And you might possibly be having fun." The magic guides me as I step out of Ryn's arms, twirl behind his back, and catch his hand. "You might possibly be right." He pulls me back into position. "Oh, I forgot to tell you something," he says. He leans forward and his lips brush my ear as he whispers, "You are more beautiful than any other girl in this room.

Any activity such as dancing which involves frequent, long-term interaction with another person creates a great deal of mental, emotional, and physical memory in our being.

And we began to sing and play, To lightly dance in rings and faster turn. No man within that hall could keep his seat But needs must dance and leap Against his will. This was the way we danced them to the door And sent them on their way into the world Where they will leap amain Till they think one kind thought. from "The Dancing of the Lord of Weir

And what was dancing but fucking with your clothes on?

Art doesn’t give rise to anything in us that isn’t already there. It simply stirs our curious consciousness and sparks a fire that illuminates who we have always wanted to be.

Art is energy, emotion, entertainment and sometimes economics.

As long as you're dancing, you can break the rules. Sometimes breaking the rules is just extending the rules. Sometimes there are no rules.

At the outset the matter of Ted's taste arose.