There are some things that cannot be expressed through words. And that is why we dance.
In order to be a good soldier it is necessary to know how to dance.
I'm not known as a singer, but in life I like to do things that are a bit beyond my reach to keep myself from slipping. I find that technology has made it so that we don't need to have a memory system, and as I get older I want to do things that challenge me. What could be more challenging than doing this show with a knee that's been replaced, after tearing my Achilles heel with a baker's cyst on the back of my knee? And then I have to try and dance!
I wasn't out drinking and abusing my body. I simply loved to go out and dance.
I was a ballerina. I had to quit after I injured a groin muscle. It wasn't mine.
I always want to have more dancers in my company.
The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
I think 'Tap Dogs' has lasted so long because people have a natural interest in tap dancing. This form of dancing can't be dated, it's such an intriguing form of dance because the feet are also an an instrument.
(a womanist) 3. Loves music. Loves dance. Loves the moon. Loves the Spirit. Loves love and food and roundness. Loves struggle. Loves the Folk. Loves herself. Regardless.
At the still point, there the dance is.
We had something to say. Whenever we played, people didn't dance, they listened.
Dance is a profession with an expiration date for many people.
The story of dance in the Western world is as much an alternative vision of the events of history as is the folk history told for generations by primal people.
A violinist had a violin, a painter his palette. All I had was myself. I was the instrument that I must care for.
If I can not dance, I shall die!
I believe in the joyous power of an unscheduled dance break.
I think I can beat Usher on the dance floor.
I don't understand how people can stand next to you one year,and next year, they cannot. They're going crazy, screaming. They can't take it that you're there. But last year I was in the same club,walking around,lonely like a motherfucker. Couldn't get a date or a dance. I was too skinny, too something, and now, "He's just adorable. He's just, oh!
The peace I am thinking of is the dance of an open mind when it engages another equally open one.
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.