She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
Home is where you dance with others, and dancing is life.
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 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.
Every savage can dance.