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“Dancing is creating a sculpture that is visible only for a moment.”
― Erol Ozan

“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

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

“DANCE â€� Defeat All Negativity (via) Creative Expression.”
― 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

“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

“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

“Because a ballerina resembles a tearâ€�”
― Luis García Montero

“On the television screen were ballerinas. A buzzer sounded in George's head. His thoughts fled in panic, like bandits from a burglar alarm.

"That was a real pretty dance, that dance they just did," said Hazel.

"Huh" said George.

"That dance-it was nice," said Hazel.

"Yup," said George.

He tried to think a little about the ballerinas. They weren't really very good-no better than anybody else would have been, anyway. They were burdened with sashweights and bags of birdshot, and their faces were masked, so that no one, seeing a free and graceful gesture or a pretty face, would feel like something the cat drug in. George was toying with the vague notion that maybe dancers shouldn't be handicapped. But he didn't get very far with it before another noise in his ear radio scattered his thoughts. George winced. So did two out of the eight ballerinas.”
― Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Harrison Bergeron

“Fanning my arms to the side, I draw my pointe shoe forward. As I make my way towards the sea, more twinkles of music unfurl with each step, adding to the present melody. I take a breath, mustering the courage to walk on water. An aquamarine ripple flecked with golden stardust flickers to life beneath me, glowing brightly. I drag my other foot forward. The ocean sparkles, as if accepting the magic I offer.
When I find comfort on the water, I relevé--- bringing myself onto pointe. My arms extend in a port de bras, and I begin a series of quick bourrée steps. A ribbon of stardust unravels from my feet, kissing the ocean with that glittering aqua glow. I embrace the beauty I've created, tilting into an arabesque. When I send my arm into the sky, the night illuminates. Stars explode like a shimmering tapestry woven from my body. I smile--- proudly owning the stage--- or in this case, the sea.
I ignite the ocean with a piqué manège before leaping into a grand jeté, sending shooting stars as I fly. When I land, I fall into a series of chaîné turns before transitioning into more bourrée steps. Every move leads me closer and closer to Damien.
The emptiness between us disappears as I leap into his arms. He lifts me towards the sky, moonlight showering us, before I fall into a fish dive--- my face towards the sea and my legs swept into the air. I glide my fingertips through the water, painting even more color into the night. The ocean radiates with undernotes of jade and lavender, shimmers of bright cyan and pearl.
He gently places me down, guiding me into a pirouette. I tether my vision to his as the symphony of the sea blooms into a crescendo. Together, we burst into an allegro--- our own medley of fast, brisk movement.
I surrender to his familiar hands around my waist, feeling weightless as he lifts me, as if I'm becoming an angel myself. Damien gives me wings, and I fly across the ocean. The once-black waves have transformed entirely. Plumes of stardust swirl like milk in water, feathering out into a soft iridescence.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“If I must die young, bury me
in a music box. I’ll be the pale ballerina with dirt
in her hair. Attach my painless feet to metal springs
and open the lid when you visit.

Watch me rise and pirouette, my arms overhead tickling
the dark night’s belly until I’m dizzy, until the stars
melt and spiral into a halo over my head
and I’ve stirred my death into the sky.”
― Jalina Mhyana, The Wishing Bones

“I never gave up my career as a ballerina. I may have not always been on point, but I still do have a pointe here!!”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, The Tao of Physical and Spiritual

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize they made shoes for emo ballerinas!”
― Jacqueline E. Smith, Shipwreck Girl

“Train, train, train,
Put yourself to the test.
Under sun or rain,
With no reason nor rest.
Without feeling pain
You'll always be the best!”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, Flat Feet: An Autobiography of a Cosmic Dancer

“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

“The thing is, ballet is a collaborative experience. Each dancer sets the scene for the next one. Even when you’re doing a solo, it’s not just about you: you are simply borrowing everyone’s attention for a few minutes, before passing it on. Ballet is about harmony. And harmony can only be achieved in the spirit of teamwork.”
― Anne-Sophie Jouhanneau, Kisses and Croissants

“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

“We must approach exercises as we approach the treatment of an illness. We get orders from a doctor, but the individual knows best how the orders should be carried out.

Basic Principles of Classical Ballet: Russian Ballet Technique (p. 33). Dover Publications. Kindle Edition.”
― Vaganova, Agrippina