#dancing

Dance is bigger than the physical body. When you extend your arm, it doesn't stop at the end of your fingers, because you're dancing bigger than that; you're dancing spirit. ↗

— Judith Jamison

#because #bigger #body #dance #dancing

I can't stop being in parades. I just love dancing on floats that move really slowly on the city streets in the early morning. ↗

— Chris Kattan

#city #dancing #early #early morning #floats

I have had so many great moments, but I would have to say that dancing the Swan in 'Swan Lake' was such a unique and passionate experience for me. It was such bloody hard work, even at that very early age, that I would not want to try to replicate it again now. ↗

— William Kempe

#age #bloody #dancing #early #early age

I love music. I love going out dancing. ↗

— Carson Kressley

#going #i #i love #love #music

Exactly the same with dancing, you can't dance until you've learnt steps, the things your feet can do. ↗

— Ninette de Valois

#dancing #exactly #feet #learnt #same

The same people who are murdered slowly in the mechanized slaughterhouses of work are also arguing, singing, drinking, dancing, making love, holding the streets, picking up weapons and inventing a new poetry. ↗

— Raoul Vaneigem

#arguing #dancing #drinking #holding #inventing

Football is an art, like dancing is an art - but only when it's well done does it become an art. ↗

— Arsene Wenger

#become #dancing #does #done #football

In spite of the Depression, or maybe because of it, folks were hungry for a good time, and an evening of dancing seemed a good way to have it. ↗

— Lawrence Welk

#dancing #depression #evening #folks #good

He started to dance. And all at once, because Cole was dancing, I was dancing. And this Cole was even more persuasive than the last one. This was everything about Cole's smile made into a real thing, a physical object made out of his hands looped around me, and his long body pushed up against mine. I loved to dance, but I'd always been aware that I was dancing, aware of what my body was doing. Now, with this music thumping and Cole dancing with me, everything became invisible but the music. I was invisible. My hips were the booming bass. My hands on Cole were the wails of the synthesizer. My body was nothing but the hard, pulsing beat of the track. My thoughts were flashes in between the downbeats. beat: my hand pressed on Cole's stomach beat: our hips crushed together beat: Cole's laugh beat: we were one person Even knowing that Cole was good at this because it was what he did didn't make it any less of an amazing thing. Plus, he wasn't trying to be amazing without me--every move of his body was to make us move together. There was no ego, just the music and our bodies. When the track ended, Cole stepped back, out of breath, half a smile on his face. I couldn't see how he could stop. I wanted to dance until I couldn't stand up. I wanted to crush our bodies against each other until there was no pulling them apart. "You're an addiction," I told him. "You should know. ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#dancing #isabel #love

Every savage can dance. ↗

— Jane Austen

#pride