The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word.
I grew up with classical music when I was a ballet dancer. Now when I have to prepare an emotional scene, to cry or whatever, I listen to sonatas. Vivaldi and stuff. It's just beautiful to me.
Dance is the only art of which we ourselves are the stuff of which it is made.
Dance is the hidden language of the soul of the body.
Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.
Dancing can reveal all the mystery that music conceals.
When you take dancing lessons, you learn steps and you learn steps and you learn steps. It can go on for a long time. And then one day, you just learn to dance, and it is so different.
I give myself a Pilates/yoga hybrid mat class almost every day. I also continue to take ballet classes. Both of these practices help me to be aware of my body, my center, and how I move, both with my physical space and my mental space.
If I could tell you what it meant, there would be no point in dancing it
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
I don't try to dance better than anybody but myself.
Nobody cares if you can't dance well.
Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance. Great dancers are great because of their passion.
The most essential thing in dance discipline is devotion, the steadfast and willing devotion to the labor that makes the classwork not a gymnastic hour and a half, or at the lowest level, a daily drudgery, but a devotion that allows the classroom discipline to become moments of dancing too...
I have ballet class every other day for two hours. And for "Six Feet Under", last week there was a sequence where I had to do a whole choreographed dance number, so I had four hours of dance practice every day.
Dancers are instruments, like a piano the choreographer plays.
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
On the other hand, I think it is wonderful for everyone to take ballet classes, at any age. It gives you a discipline, it gives you a place to go. It gives you some control in your life.
There are shortcuts to happiness, and dancing is one of them.
Please send me your last pair of shoes, worn out with dancing as you mentioned in your letter, so that I might have something to press against my heart.
Dance till the stars come down from the rafters Dance, Dance, Dance 'till you drop.
Dance, dance, dance till you drop.