Ballet Dancer Quotes

“Sometimes in life confusion tends to arise and only dialogue of dance seems to make sense.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Caution not spirit, let it roam wild; for in that natural state dance embraces divine frequency.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Dance as the narration of a magical story; that recites on lips, illuminates imaginations and embraces the most sacred depths of souls.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Dance is the timeless interpretation of life.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“If you opened the dictionary and searched for the meaning of a Goddess, you would find the reflection of a dancing lady.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Don't breathe to survive; dance and feel alive.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Life is an affair of mystery; shared with companions of music, dance and poetry.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Dance to inspire, dance to freedom, life is about experiences so dance and let yourself become free.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“DANCE – Defeat All Negativity (via) Creative Expression.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Through synergy of intellect, artistry and grace came into existence the blessing of a dancer.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“She who is a dancer can only sway the silk of her hair like the summer breeze.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Dance is the ritual of immortality.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“One step, two steps, three steps; like winds of time experience joy of centuries, when movements become revelations of the dance of destinies.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Dance is that delicacy of life radiating every particle of our existence with happiness.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Burdened no more is soul for whom life flows through dance and not breath.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Transcend the terrestrial; surpass the celestial, from nature’s hands when you receive the sublime pleasures of dance.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“There are no good tights,
It´s all such a rare sight...
Gently, I put one in.
Holes are within!
They´re only good for a fight.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, ACross Tic

“Make dance the mission every moment seeks to accomplish.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Burdened no more is soul for whom life flows through dance like breath.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Spirit is a child, the tune of dancing feet its lullaby.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Audience of angels descend in the ambiance reciting praises in your glory, when you wear your dance shoes, when you arrive at the stage and with every step you take beneath your feet heaven moves. That is the power of dance.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Ballet shoes... I cannot play with them like they're toys.
But when the music is playing they get deep on my toes.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, The DAO (Dancing As One) Workbook Illustrated

“Dancing came to me naturally. Like eating or sleeping, it felt like second nature. It was simply a part of me. I answered its call because I had no other choice. Ignoring it wasn't an option. The force was too great. I never imagined in those early days that dancing would become my profession. I didn't even know that dancing was a profession. I just knew I had to do it.”
― David Hallberg, A Body of Work: Dancing to the Edge and Back

“O wayfarer! Yearn finds quench, not in meadows, seashores or altitude of mountain peaks; but when being and dance are one.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“I kind of fantasized about watching you dance. Just for me."
Wow. That was totally unexpected too. “Like a striptease?” she asked, slightly confused.
He shook his head. “No. More like just what you do in class. But… just for me. And maybe…just wearing something sexy.”
― Samantha Chase, Christmas On Pointe

“Ballet is the best example of art that can fly itself and at the same time make those who watch it fly with admiration!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Another study, this one by doctors at Imperial College in London, found a neurological anomaly: the area of the cerebellum that receives signals from the 'balance organs" in the inner ear and converts them into feelings of dizziness was visibly smaller in ballet dancers. Through years of practicing turns, they had trained their brains to suppress the sensation of dizziness.”
― Alice Robb, Don't Think, Dear: On Loving and Leaving Ballet

“I'll never forget the day I met Rudy (aka Rudolf Nureyev). He was at the St Peter's Theatre for a rehearsal with the Ballet of Nancy on the same stage I would dance with the Young Ballet of Sao Paulo some years later. I saw him leaving the place in the backdoor wearing his Black outfit boots and Bohemian hat. People surrounded him to get his autograph. My sister pulled me out so we wouldn't be massacred by the crowd. He did a very Russian move step-step and stop before a hole (such a cute role) in the sidewalk. Took the limousine and passed right in front of where my sister and I stood. He took a glance at me and had a gentle expression like saying, "yep you stood up from that crowd. I see you..." Lovely soul. I have this image in my heart ever since.

What I didn't know then and could never imagine it was that just a few months later I would be dancing with the Ballet of São Paulo in the same Theatre he performed his Apollo. He did send his charisma towards me!”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Flat Feet: An Autobiography of a Cosmic Dancer

“With a deep breath, I extend my arms, beginning with an adagio, syncing with the melody of the flowers. When I find comfort in the rhythm, I dip into a cambré, sweeping my body into a whirlpool as I rise. I hesitate as plumes of color emerge from the ground, encompassing me in a veil of fuchsia, amber, and gold. The colors gather me, and I move with them like the language of fire--- hot, quick steps, languid and elegant.
The forest begins to change, and my eyes widen. When I began my bourrée steps, foxgloves sprout like lace-crafted trumpets, marrying the sound of blooming hibiscuses, rattling like tambourines. With every step I take, more flowers grow, kissing the earth with their velvet lips. I almost swear I hear the ground sing back, harmonizing with the forest's song.
I guess the angel was right.
With a glimmer of confidence, I burst into a grand jeté, and golden hummingbirds mimic me, tracing my every move as I dive into a piqué manège. Damien's eyes glisten, and it fills my spirit.With every chassé, the forest unravels in color.
Fireflies come to life and kiss my cheeks, circling my body in a lattice as I pirouette. New colors rise from the ground--- topaz, lazuli, and chartreuse--- dancing with me like my own ensemble, I transition into my fouettés, leaning into an arabesque, as if to touch the rising moon.
I lose all sense of self, leaping into the air. My body transcends into a wind-like creature, moving wildly with mild grace. New life sprouts, as if this world belongs to me and not the angels. Tiny stars emerge in a trail behind my feet, and I climb them like stairs. Damien smiles. I reach for his hand and lift him onto the steps.
His hands wrap around my waist, and together we spin higher into the sky. My grip around his shoulders tenses as we rise closer and closer to the Heavens. I can feel Luna radiating over me. I'm in command. Here, I'm free. I wish I could hold on to this moment forever.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“A pas de deux is more than just a partnered dance. Two souls. One body. Entwining together and weaving a story--- evoking a sensation, a memory, a thought. I shut my eyes, remembering how Damien laid me upon the petals and joined his soul with mine. In the heat of summer, he vowed to love me, and we became a part of each other.
We separate, taking our places across the sea.
The tension pent up inside my body slips away as the darkness spills into the water. My dance was always powerful, even when I'm imperfect and fragile and completely surrendered. I know that now.
I fall into my adagio, weightless. Technique no longer matters. Instead, I'm passive to the waves, allowing the current to spin me in pirouettes. The darkness fans out, blooming like a flower.
As I lunge into an arabesque, my fingertips release a nebula. Stars explode across the darkness and create my own galaxy. I fall into a piqué manège, birthing stardust strokes. With quick bourrée steps, constellations sprout across the sea.
The water illuminates as I leap into a grand jeté, sending shooting stars as I fly. The sirens coo, and I welcome them to join me. They spin tendrils of gold into the darkness, using their fish tails like paintbrushes. As they circle me, the ragged dress I wear transforms into a glittering gown, reflecting rainbows when hit by the light. Finally, I embrace the angel I always was.
Filling the distance between me and Damien, I leap into his arms. When he catches me, his darkness feathers into the sea. We entwine, twirling in a whirlpool as the sirens hold us in a glittering lattice.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea