Dancing with the feet is one thing, but dancing with the heart is another. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Sun is shining. Weather is sweet. Make you wanna move your dancing feet. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Why, for mercy's sake, did boys try to dance who didn't know the first thing about dancing; and who had feet as… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
Dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education; dancing with the feet, with ideas, with… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
Most ankle strap shoes are seriously unattractive, cutting the line of the leg as well as cutting off the circulation! Try dancing… — Joan Collins Copy Share Image
Tap dancing is all about the feet; you put your head down and don't really engage with anything but the rhythm in… — Jamie Bell Copy Share Image
There is a sight all hearts beguiling-- A youthful mother to her infant smiling, Who with spread arms and dancing feet, A… — Joanna Baillie Copy Share Image
“Few humans see fairies or hear their music, but many find fairy rings of dark grass, scattered with toadstools, left by their… — Judy Allen Copy Share Image
“For truth to tell, dancing in all its forms cannot be excluded from the curriculum of all noble education: dancing with the… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
Daylight, full of small dancing particles and the one great turning, our souls are dancing with you, without feet, they dance. Can… — Rumi Copy Share Image
Lie in the sun with the child in your flesh shining like a jewel. Dream and sing, pagan, wise in your vitals.… — Meridel Le Sueur Copy Share Image
“An old man emerged from the ditch, a creature Of mud and wild autumn winds capering Like a hare across a bouldered… — Steven Erikson Copy Share Image
I can see others in the sunlight; I can see our boats' crews and our athletic young men on the glistening water,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“Madrid. It was that time, the story of Don Zana 'The Marionette,' he with the hair of cream-colored string, he with the… — Rafael Sánchez Ferlosio Copy Share Image
“The Harlot’s House. We caught the tread of dancing feet, We loitered down the moonlit street, And stopped beneath the harlot’s house.… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Reth narrowed his eyes and looked from me to the gate and back again. “Don’t even think about it,” I said, suddenly… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
