O wayfarer! Yearn finds quench, not in meadows, seashores or altitude of mountain peaks; but when being becomes dance.
Burdened no more is soul for whom life flows through dance and not breath.
Spirit is a child, the tune of dancing feet its lullaby.
Caution not spirit, let it roam wild; for in that natural state dance embraces divine frequency.
Show me a person who found love in his life and did not celebrate it with a dance.
The problem with winter sports is that - follow me closely here - they generally take place in winter.
Through synergy of intellect, artistry and grace came into existence the blessing of a dancer.
If movements were a spark every dancer would desire to light up in flames.
Burdened no more is soul for whom life flows through dance like breath.
Dance is the timeless interpretation of life.
A man learns to skate by staggering about and making a fool of himself. Indeed he progresses in all things by resolutely making a fool of himself.
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