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

“We dance to seduce ourselves. To fall in love with ourselves. When we dance with another, we manifest the very thing we love about ourselves so that they may see it and love us too.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Matthew sighed as he set the bottle on the mantel. 鈥淵ou know what they say,鈥� he said, as he and James left the room and began to wend their way back toward the party. 鈥淒rink, and you will sleep; sleep, and you will not sin; do not sin, and you will be saved; therefore, drink and be saved.鈥�
鈥淢atthew, you could sin in your sleep,鈥� said a languorous voice.
鈥淎nna,鈥� said Matthew, sagging against James鈥檚 shoulder. 鈥淗ave you been sent to fetch us?鈥�
Lounging against the wall was James鈥檚 cousin Anna Lightwood, gorgeously dressed in fitted trousers and a pin-striped shirt. She had the Herondale blue eyes, always disconcerting for James to see, as it felt a bit as if his father were looking at him. 鈥淚f by 鈥榝etch,鈥� you mean 鈥榙rag you back to the ballroom by any means possible,鈥欌€娾€娾€� Anna said. 鈥淭here are girls who need someone to dance with them and tell them they look pretty, and I cannot do it all on my own.鈥�
The musicians in the ballroom suddenly struck up a tune鈥攁 lively waltz.
鈥淐rikey, not waltzing,鈥� said Matthew, in despair. 鈥淚 loathe waltzing.鈥�
He began to back away. Anna seized him by the back of the coat. 鈥淥h, no, you don鈥檛,鈥� she said, and firmly herded both of them toward the ballroom.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“Dance less in motion and more in spirit; awaken the dreamer within.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“The waltz held the feeling you get when you finish a well-loved book. It left me longing for something I couldn't name.”
― Louise Miller, The City Baker's Guide to Country Living

“Music does not need language of words for it has movements of dance to do its translation.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Soar like an eagle beyond skies of heavens reach; as wings of dreams dance with winds of reality.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Dance resides within us all. Some find it when joy conquers sorrow, others express it through celebration of movements; and then there are those... whose existence is dance,”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“When the melody plays, footsteps move, heart sings and spirit begin to dance.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“I saw a tree dancing in the wind, and it said to me, 鈥業鈥檓 not doing this to entertain you, but to remind you of what life is - a dance in the wind!”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“In the century of jazz we are likely to overlook the emergence of the waltz as a hot and explosive human expression that broke through the formal feudal barriers of courtly and choral dance styles.”
― Marshall McLuhan

“Come into my world.
I will show you the phenomenon that Stendhal experienced. I will help you feel the cascading arpeggios of Wagner's overture. I will dance to Doga鈥檚 waltzes with you.
A day spent without appreciating the beauty surrounding us is a waste. Let me appreciate you”
― Kamand Kojouri

“Kindness: a waltz with forgiveness and hope.”
― Soul Dancer, Pay Me What I'm Worth: Say it. Mean it. Get it.

“The waltz allowed him to get just close enough to her to detect that maddening scent of lemons, and he inhaled it as if it would save his life. ”
― Julia Quinn, Minx

“She looked away from him, her expression suddenly contemplative, the edges of her teeth catching at the plush curve of her lower lip. Just as Gideon thought she was going to refuse him, she reached out impulsively, her warm fingers catching at his. He held her hand as if he cradled a fragile bird in his palm, and drew her close enough that he could smell the hint of rose water in her hair. Her body was slim, sweetly curved, her uncorseted waist soft beneath his fingers. Despite the undeniable romance of the moment, Gideon felt a most unromantic stirring of lust as his body reacted with typical mare awareness to the nearness of a desirable female. He eased his partner into a slow waltz, guiding her expertly across the uneven flagstones.
"I've seen fairies dancing on the lawn before," he said, "when I get deep enough in a bottle of brandy. But I've never actually danced with one before.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Again the Magic

“In the waltz of the leaves in the air
In the features of the playful clouds
In the nostalgia carried by the wind
In Paris alone,
I save your love

(fragment from Your presence 鈥減artout鈥�, chapter Hope)”
― Claudia Pavel, The odyssey of my lost thoughts

“God, I love the waltz, the way the elegance of the one-count draws your attention away from the restlessness of the two-three.”
― Elizabeth Little

“He considered for a moment, then started to play a piece that was very familiar to Ruth, although she had no idea what it was. It was lilting and wistful, and she could have sung the melody if she had wished.
'Alright?' He raised his eyebrows inquiringly.
'Yes. Exactly.'
It was effortless and perfect, and he played it through to the end, closing with the softest and most delicate chords, which hung and faded in the quiet hall like the grains of dust raining through the evening light. Ruth was touched. It was all she had wanted. He did not move until there was complete silence again, then he closed the lid without saying anything, and stood up, shoving back the chair. ... 'What was that piece?'
'A Brahms waltz.'
'Hasn't it got a name?' she wanted it to remember.
'Number fifteen. Opus thirty-nine.'
It hadn't sounded like numbers to Ruth.”
― K.M. Peyton, The Beethoven Medal

“Your words are waltzing in perfection
Your thoughts are candidly subduing mine
Your magic keeps me chained in an eternal devotion

(Fragment from Yours, chapter Passion)”
― Claudia Pavel, The odyssey of my lost thoughts

“Let's dance to the tranquil melody of our love;
a waltz of peculiar sadness & profound melancholy.
Underneath the velvet night sky of somber thoughts -
witnessed only by the most vivid stars.”
― Laura Chouette

“I can see his breath stirring the dust in the air, making it dance in the beam from the flashlight. It quickens as I watch him, until I can almost hear a waltz, each particle of dust twirling to the ghost of that old song.”
― Amie Kaufman

“This is my favorite waltz," she told him, moving into his arms.
"I know. That's why I requested it."
"How did you know?" she asked with an incredulous laugh. "I suppose one of the Bowman sisters told you?"
Simon shook his head, while his gloved fingers curved around hers. "On more than one occasion, I saw your face when they played it. You always looked ready to fly out of your chair."
Annabelle's lips parted in surprise, and she stared up at him with a wondering gaze. How could he have noticed something so subtle? She had always been so dismissive of him, and yet he had noticed her reaction to a particular piece of music and remembered it. The realization brought the sting of tears to her eyes, and she looked away immediately, fighting to bring the sudden baffling swell of emotion under control.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Secrets of a Summer Night

“It was exciting and slightly embarrassing to feel the floor with her naked toes as he swept her into one luxurious full turn after another. Of course, the sensation of dancing with bare feet wasn't entirely new: She'd waltzed alone in her bedroom more than once, imagining herself in the arms of some unknown suitor. But it felt very different when her partner was a flesh-and-blood man. She relaxed and abandoned herself, following his guidance without effort or thought.
Although they'd started slowly, Mr. Severin had quickened their tempo to match the music. The waltz was flowing and swift, each turn making her skirts whirl in eddies of silk and glitter. It was like flying. Her stomach turned light, as if she were on a garden swing, soaring a little too high and coming down in a giddy arc. She hadn't felt so free since she'd been a young girl, running recklessly across the Hampshire Downs with her twin. The world was nothing but moonlight and music as the two of them swept through the empty conservatory with the ease of mist carried on a sea breeze.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Chasing Cassandra

“The music started, and we began to dance. It was like magic. A ghost can't lead, of course; he can't tell you where to go, with just a bit of pressure on your hand or your back. But I knew, anyway. I knew exactly where to turn, where to move. It was as if he was telling me with his eyes, which were locked on mine. And it was as if I was seeing another time through his eyes, because even though I was still in the Quackadoodle, at the same time I was back in Charleston, a hundred and twenty five years before.”
― Bruce Coville, The Ghost Wore Gray

“The orchestra concludes to a merry burst of applause and the orchestra slides into a waltz鈥攁 much-needed chance for the dancers to catch their breath, perhaps even an opportunity for the whispering of urgent secrets and tender promises...”
― Jon Clinch, Marley

“Dear Superwoman,
Be that woman who stands out.
Even if it means spending sleepless nights, do it.
As long as it is the right thing to do.
Do not settle for being where you were in the past,
so you can waltz towards a better future.”
― Gift Gugu Mona, Woman of Virtue: Power-Filled Quotes for a Powerful Woman

“What was it about this man and his presence?
When Thomas touched her, the dance took on a new quality it had not had with William.
While she had been nervous at the closeness between their bodies when his brother led the waltz, Thomas provoked other sensations entirely. William exuded a sense of safety. His presence was unfamiliar, but stolid. Even comforting.
But Thomas鈥� Everything about Thomas screamed danger to Claire. Yet she was mesmerized.”
― Fenna Edgewood, Mistakes Not to Make When Avoiding a Rake

“No longer feeling shy, Clara took his hand and rested the other on his arm. To the slow strains of a waltz, they circled the hall, their shadows mimicking the moves on the papered and garland walls.”
― Naomi McCullough, The Nutcracker Spell

“I do love to waltz, you know.鈥�
Actually he hadn鈥檛. What else did he not know about the woman he鈥檇 married?
鈥淭he evenings that seemed unending. The magnificent gowns. I thought how much I loved the thrill of it all.鈥� She lifted her gaze from her book. 鈥淯ntil I was sent away to the country and came to find a freedom that existed outside the confines of London. Joy driven by your own interests and not what Society believes your interests should be. Wagering. Waltzing. Shopping. What is the purpose of all that?”
― Christi Caldwell, The Lure of a Rake