Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
Dance is the hidden language of the soul.
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To watch us dance is to hear our hearts speak.
They who love dancing too much seem to have more brains in their feet than in their head.
Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat, your breathing. It's the rhythm of your life. It's the expression in time and movement, in happiness, joy, sadness and envy.
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The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word
"There are short-cuts to happiness, and dancing is one of them."
"Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair..."
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"To touch, to move, to inspire. This is the true gift of dance."
Dance is the only art in which we ourselves are the stuff of which it is made.
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