Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to… — Agnes de Mille Copy Share Image
No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently. — Agnes de Mille Copy Share Image
Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to… — Agnes de Mille Copy Share Image
Living is a form of not being sure, not know what next or how... The artists never entirely knows. — Agnes de Mille Copy Share Image
Who am I?, the artist asks. And he devotes his whole life to finding out. — Agnes de Mille Copy Share Image
I learned three important things in college-to use a library, to memorize quickly and visually, to drop asleep at any time given a horizontal… — Agnes de Mille Copy Share Image
To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. — Agnes De Mille Copy Share Image
Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a… — Agnes de Mille Copy Share Image
Ballet technique is arbitrary and very difficult. It never becomes easy...it becomes possible. — Agnes De Mille Copy Share Image
We can't stand silence, because silence induces thinking. And if we thought, we would have to face ourselves. — Agnes de Mille Copy Share Image
What have we got here in America that we believe we cannot live without? We have the most varied and imaginative bathrooms in the… — Agnes de Mille Copy Share Image
To make up a dance, I still need, as I needed then, a pot of tea, walking space, privacy and an idea. — Agnes de Mille Copy Share Image
No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently. — Agnes de Mille Copy Share Image
Modern dancers give a sinister portent about our times. The dancers don't even look at one another. They are just a lot of isolated… — Agnes de Mille Copy Share Image
Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a… — Agnes de Mille Copy Share Image
