Dancing Quote by William Shakespeare Download Open image “He makes a swan-like end, fading in music.” — William Shakespeare ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.2 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dancing Music
The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her… — Phineas Fletcher Copy Share Image
Just as the bird sings or the butterfly soars, because it is his natural characteristic, so the artist works. — Alma Gluck Copy Share Image
Swan flocks of lilies shoreward lying, In sweetness, not in music, dying. — John Greenleaf Whittier Copy Share Image
And over the pond are sailing Two swans all white as snow; Sweet voices mysteriously wailing Pierce through me as onward they go. They… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge. — Martial Copy Share Image
The silver Swan, who, living, had no Note, when Death approached, unlocked her silent throat. Leaning her breast upon the reedy shore, thus sang… — Orlando Gibbons Copy Share Image
A cantor, when he starts singing, it's like rain - once it starts, it's hard to stop. — Sholom Aleichem Copy Share Image
His style has the desperate jauntiness of an orchestra fiddling away for dear life on a sinking ship. — Edmund Wilson Copy Share Image
Time hath not yet so dried this blood of mine, Nor age so eat up my invention, Nor fortune made such havoc of my… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Divers philosophers hold that the lips is parcel of the mouth. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I, measuring his affections by my own, Which then most sought where most might not be found, Being one too many by my weary… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Ask God for temp'rance. That's th' appliance only Which your disease requires. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“Thou hast no figures nor no fantasies Which busy care draws in the brains of men; Therefore thou sleep’st so sound. Julius Caesar (2.1.248-251)” — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Have you not heard it said full oft, A woman's nay doth stand for naught? — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
When you go to a club it's not about being black or white or heavy or thick. I'm shaking my ass because I want… — Miley Cyrus Copy Share Image
I started out dancing on a reality TV show, but always with the intention of making my way over to film. I transitioned into… — Julianne Hough Copy Share Image
Everything in dancing is style, allusion, the essence of many thoughts and feelings. The abstraction of many moments. — Alvin Ailey Copy Share Image
I with borrow'd silver shine, What you see is none of mine. First I show you but a quarter, Like the bow that guards… — Jonathan Swift Copy Share Image
I wasn’t like, boo hoo, Bin Laden’s dead, but I wasn’t jumping. America’s a very nationalistic country, and in episodes like that of his… — Jeremy Scahill Copy Share Image
I'm very smart when it comes to choosing dancers and trying to show the world that there's a whole lot of dancing going on. — Judith Jamison Copy Share Image
“What do you think of the ball?” her companion asked. “It is lovely,” Cinderella said. “What do you enjoy most? The dancing?” “The food.… — K.M. Shea Copy Share Image
Do you know what it is sir? Do you know what the Dance Dance Revolution is? It's not an actual revolution, so you don't… — Russell Peters Copy Share Image
“To all the secret writers, late-night painters, would-be singers, lapsed and scared artists of every stripe, dig out your paintbrush, or your flute, or… — Shauna Niequist Copy Share Image
A real flame of love is a subtle thing. It burns as a will-o'-the-wisp, dancing onward to fairy lands of delight. It roars as… — Theodore Dreiser Copy Share Image
There's no thinking involved in my choreography... I don't work through images or ideas. I work through the body... If the dancer dances, which… — Merce Cunningham Copy Share Image