#dancing

That the work involved, the willingness to take chances, the commitment, the opportunity to get on stage and make people happy, was more important than becoming famous, or even what I was dancing. ↗

— Suzanne Farrell

#chances #commitment #dancing #even #famous

After I quit dancing, I tried a lot of jobs. But I could always bake. ↗

— Ron Ben-Israel

#always #bake #could #dancing #i

When I was 12 years old, someone took me to see Martha Graham. It was nothing like what I thought of as serious dancing and even then I knew I was having a great experience. It was as if somebody was moving through space like no one ever did before. ↗

— Leslie Fiedler

#dancing #did #even #ever #experience

Dancing begets warmth, which is the parent of wantonness. ↗

— Henry Fielding

#dancing #parent #warmth #which

There was just this amazing individuality. It's just a whole different world of optimism and fearlessness, women taking off their bras and dancing around naked, and a political hopefulness and involvement. ↗

— Jill Clayburgh

#around #bras #dancing #different #different world

I'm more into beats than rhymes. I'm a huge fan of anything touched by the Neptunes. Dancing is kind of my thing. I go out with my friends as often as I can on the weekends, and I'm always drawn to girls with rhythm. ↗

— David Gallagher

#anything #beats #dancing #drawn #fan

Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing, moving at different speeds. A sense of humor is just common sense, dancing. ↗

— William James

#common #common sense #dancing #different #just

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

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

A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart. ↗

— Hal Borland

#awesome #color #dancing #fire #flame