He who is unable to dance says that the yard is stony
He who cannot dance says the stage is not ready
One who doesn't know how to dance says the floor is crooked.
Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat, your breathing. It's the rhythm of your life. It's the expression in time and movement, in happiness, joy, sadness and envy.
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.
Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.
Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?
Breadbaking is one of those almost hypnotic businesses, like a dance from some ancient ceremony. It leaves you filled with one of the world's sweetest smells... there is no chiropractic treatment, no Yoga exercise, no hour of meditation in a music-throbbing chapel, that will leave you emptier of bad thoughts than this homely ceremony of making bread
We could say that meditation doesn't have a reason or doesn't have a purpose. In this respect it's unlike almost all other things we do except perhaps making music and dancing. When we make music we don't do it in order to reach a certain point, such as the end of the composition. If that were the purpose of music then obviously the fastest players would be the best. Also, when we are dancing we are not aiming to arrive at a particular place on the floor as in a journey. When we dance, the journey itself is the point, as when we play music the playing itself is the point. And exactly the same thing is true in meditation. Meditation is the discovery that the point of life is always arrived at in the immediate moment.
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious queen of childish joys, Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of girls and boys.
Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some people move our souls to dance.
They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom.
Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts,
and we are never ever the same.
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass... It's about learning to dance in the rain.
The dance floor of life is filled with joy for everyone except for those who forget that it is better to dance by yourself than to dance with a partner who always criticizes your step.
Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
Nature is so powerful, so strong. Capturing its essence is not easy - your work becomes a dance with light and the weather. It takes you to a place within yourself.†
We look at the dance to impart the sensation of living in an affirmation of life, to energize the spectator into keener awareness of the vigor, the mystery, the humor, the variety, and the wonder of life. This is the function of the American dance
Discourse on virtue and they pass by in droves. Whistle and dance the shimmy, and you've got an audience.
The honorablest part of talk is to give the occasion, and again to moderate and pass to somewhat else; for then a man leads the dance.
The further off from England, the nearer is to France - / Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
You were born together, and together you shall be for evermore, but let there be spaces in your togetherness. And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Leaders must encourage their organizations to dance to forms of music yet to be heard.
Never trust spiritual leader who cannot dance.
We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance.
Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
You can dance anywhere, even if only in your heart.