#dancing

Like everyone else, I want to go on dancing forever, but I know the day is going to come when I will have to be doing something else. ↗

— Karen Kain

#dancing #day #doing #else #everyone

I'm a little more shy and not comfortable dancing in front of a large crowd. ↗

— Kim Kardashian

#crowd #dancing #front #i #large

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

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

Sometimes I dance, alone, to music no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own heart rise through my feet and legs, through my loins and belly and into my chest, until my own heart beats in time with the earth’s. Then I wonder if you feel it too, beneath that portion of the earth’s crust where you stand, or walk, or lie, or dance too. Because always, when I’m dancing, I’m dancing with you. ↗

— Sarah Bower

#inspirational #love #inspirational

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

What I remember most about junior homecoming was my date getting sick afterwards. That kinda sucked. Then, senior year, someone got gum in her hair when we were dancing. She had to get one of the chaperones to take her to the office and cut up her hair. I felt really bad for her, but it worked out fine. ↗

— James Lafferty

#about #afterwards #bad #cut #dancing

How can you practice dancing in an airplane? There's a law against it. ↗

— George Murphy

#airplane #dancing #how #law #practice