Dance is the hidden langauge of the soul, of the body.
Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
Nobody cares if you can't dance well.
Great dancers are not great because of their technique, they are great because of their passion.
Dancing is the loftiest, the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts, because it is no mere translation or abstraction from life; it is life itself.
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
Dancing is a wonderful training for girls, it's the first way you learn to guess what a man is going to do before he does it.
Dance every performance as if it were your last.
Dance is like wine; it matures with every performance.
Then come the lights shining on you from above. You are a performer. You forget all you learned, the process of technique, the fear, the pain, you even forget who you are you become one with the music, the lights, indeed one with the dance.
Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired.
Dancing is a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire.
We learn by practice. Whether it means to learn to dance by practicing dancing or to learn to live by practicing living, the principles are the same. One becomes in some area an athlete of God.
There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique.
I believe that we learn by practice... it is the performance of a dedicated precise set of acts, physical or intellectual, from which come shape of achievement, a sense of one's being, a satisfaction of spirit.
All the ills of mankind, all the tragic misfortunes that fill the history books, all the political blunders, all the failures of the great leaders have arisen merely from a lack of skill at dancing.
Practice means to perform, over and over again in the face of all obstacles, some act of vision, of faith, of desire. Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired.
...all the failures of the great leaders have arisen merely from a lack of skill in dancing.
Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.
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