The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.
Let us read and let us dance—these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.
He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.”
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When I dance, I dance; when I sleep, I sleep.
The art of living is more like wrestling than dancing.
I do not know what the spirit of a philosopher could more wish to be than a good dancer. For the dance is his ideal, also his fine art, finally also the only kind of piety he knows, his 'divine service.'
One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.
And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.
Those were the days, my friend We thought they'd never end We'd sing and dance forever and a day We'd live the life we choose We'd fight and never lose For we were young and sure to have our way
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.
If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best teach it to dance.
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.
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.
I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance.
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