She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
I should only believe in a God that would know how to dance.
To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.
The sacred sense of beyond, of timelessness, of a world which had an eternal value and the substance of which was divine had been given back to me today by this friend of mine who taught me dancing.
The multiple choices and possibilities of daily life are the music we dance to.
No matter what, nobody can take away the dances you’ve already had.
No art is possible without a dance with death.
Let us read, and let us dance — these two amusements will never do any harm to the world.
Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.
Every savage can dance.