Dancing is a tough career, but I'm glad I spent it at the Royal Ballet.
Shot Gun Boogie, I wanted wedding bells. I'll be back little gal, when your pappy runs out of shells.
Ireland is a land of poets and legends, of dreamers and rebels. All of these have music woven through and around them. Tunes for dancing or for weeping, for battle or for love.
I was a breakdancer as a kid. I was on one of the top break dancing teams in Australia.
Jamaica is so musical, diverse and so extreme, from people singing in the streets to dancing.
When I first started out, I was really attracted to having my own sense of style because I started swing dancing, lindy hop, and jitterbug.
Dance on the edge of mystery.
Dancing of late years has been degraded to the narrow limits and low professionalism of mere mechanical proficiency, associated with the most frivolous. . . phases of the stage. But this day is fading. . . We are turning our gaze inward, learning to seek there the divine sources of the dance, to the end that it may flower into new and more glorious forms of beauty and wealth
No torture has yet been devised that could get a liberal to mention the poor, beleaguered Kurds dancing in the streets because Saddam is gone.
Lady bartenders live a tougher life than anybody knows. -- Dancing Bear
Dancing? You, Poppy?" Marianne shook her head slowly. I never thought. . . " Rose looked concerned. She even felt Poppy's head for fever, but Poppy shook her off. "I don't know about you, Rose, but I'm done letting creatures like Under Stone and the Corley dictate my life. I enjoy dancing, and I will blasted well dance at my wedding!" "Poppy! Language!" Poppy didn't answer; she just threw her arms around Christian and kissed him soundly.
Bright colours in the west, giant butterflies dancing as night crept like a cripple toward the east.
I have trod a measure, I have flattered a lady, I have been politic with my friend, smooth with mine enemy.
To dance, above all, is to enter into the motions of life. It is an action, a movement, a process. The dance of life is not so much a metaphor as a fact; to dance is to know oneself alone and to celebrate it.
The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.
Is your perception of 'I Heard It Through the Grapevine' so shallow that it's violated by dancing raisins?
The sense of it may come with watching a flock of cedar waxwings eating wild grapes in the top of the woods on a November afternoon. Everything they do is leisurely. They pick the grapes with a curious deliberation, comb their feathers, converse in high windy whistles. Now and then one will fly out and back in a sort of dancing flight full of whimsical flutters and turns. They are like farmers loafing in their own fields on Sunday. Though they have no Sundays, their days are full of sabbaths.
In Seesaw, I played Gittel Mosca, and because it was a musical, I loved it more because I was able to do anything. I was able to use all parts of me that I dont get to use. . . the comedy and the singing and the dancing.
I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money, I'll do what you want me to do.
My agent said, 'Jerry, Dancing With the Stars - they want you on there. ' I said, 'Ain't no way. I'm not going to do that. ' Then he came back to me again, and he kept putting pressure on me. I said, 'All right, I'll give it a try. '