“Dance ... is life, or becomes it, in a way that other arts cannot attain. It is not in stone, or words or tones, but in our muscles. It is a formulation of their movements.” WayArtMovementStonesDanceToneMusclesDance Is Life Author:Baker Brownell
“You can have a wrestling idea, but you need to have these momentum-shifting moves. We had the Hulkamania movement, then it shifted to the beer-drinking, Stone Cold era, we reinvented the business with growing the black beard and becoming the bad guy, what's that next level.” NeedsIdeasMovingGuyNextBlackLevelsGrowingMovementColdBecomingStonesDrinkingErasBeerWrestlingBad GuysShiftingMomentumBeardNext LevelBeer DrinkingStone Cold Author:Hulk Hogan
“Particularly fine is the top-heavy comedienne, Loni Anderson, as the receptionist whose movements turn men to stone...she keeps her head while all the men around her are losing theirs.” MenTurnsMovementHe ManFineLosingStonesHeavyReceptionists Author:James Wolcott
“People used the term "hardcore" loosely. A lot of bands use it as a jumping stone to the next level. Hardcore, it's got a lot more to with then music. It's a very passionate movement.” PeopleUseUsedNextTermLevelsMovementBandStonesPassionateJumpingNext LevelHardcore Author:Roger Miret
“We measure our presence in generations; we cannot dig down ten thousand years and find our bones. Our arrival is scribed upon the line of history; it does not drift upon the winds of story, or float upon the shrouds of myth. We are still explorers and discoverers, seeking meaning through movement and examination. But we are coming to a time of listening. Our sweat and breath are now upon this land. Voices rise up, and we begin to hear the echoes in the stones.” YearsDoeStillsStoriesVoiceLinesGenerationsLandMovementWindListeningThousandTenStonesBreathsSeekingBonesMythSweatEchoesThousand YearsFloatsExaminationArrivalsExplorersShrouds Book:A Haunting Reverence: Meditations on a Northern Land Source: A Haunting Reverence: Meditations on a Northern Land
“Thinking about something is like picking up a stone when taking a walk, either while skipping rocks on the beach, for example, or looking for a way to shatter the glass doors of a museum. When you think about something, it adds a bit of weight to your walk, and as you think about more and more things you are liable to feel heavier and heavier, until you are so burdened you cannot take any further steps, and can only sit and stare at the gentle movements of the ocean waves or security guards, thinking too hard bout too many things to do anything else.” ThinkingWayLifeFeelsHardBitsWalksStepsDoorsRocksSecurityExampleMovementOceanStonesWeightAddGlassesWaveBeachGentleStaringThings To DoMuseumsLiableSecurity GuardsOcean Wave Author:Daniel Handler
“To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.” PeopleLoveLifeHeartDifferentCharacterHandsBeautifulLaughingMovementApproachLaughterOrdinaryStonesGoldMadDareFlightSpellsDestroyingGesturesHeelsSighVeilsBreezeOrdinary PeopleDisturbedIndicationSeductiveCholeraBraidsPaving Author:Gabriel Garcia Marquez
“I don't like answering to other people's philosophies. I don't have any philosophy, I just believe in stuff. Either I believe in something or I don't. Like, I believe in the Rolling Stones but not in the Dave Clark Five. There's nothing philosophic about it. Whenever I'm linked with a movement, it pisses me off.” PeopleBelievePhilosophyI BelieveStuffFiveMovementStonesI Believe InRollingLinkedRolling StonesDavePhilosophicJust Believe Author:Patti Smith
“Tie your heart at night to mine, love, and both will defeat the darkness like twin drums beating in the forest against the heavy wall of wet leaves. Night crossing: black coal of dream that cuts the thread of earthly orbs with the punctuality of a headlong train that pulls cold stone and shadow endlessly. Love, because of it, tie me to a purer movement, to the grip on life that beats in your breast, with the wings of a submerged swan, So that our dream might reply to the sky's questioning stars with one key, one door closed to shadow.” HeartDreamMightNightStarsBlackDarknessCuttingDoorsSkyMovementMinesWallKeysColdBeatsShadowStonesWingsTrainDefeatHeavyForestsTiesBreastsQuestioningWetThreadTwinsCoalOur DreamsCrossingsSwansPunctualitySubmergedOrbs Author:Pablo Neruda
“There was movement along the fringe of Chauncey's vision, and he snapped his head to the left. At first glance what appeared to be a large angel topping a nearby monument rose to full height. Neither stone nor marble, the boy had arms and legs. His torso was naked, his feet were bare, and peasant trousers hung low on his waist. He hopped down from the monument, the ends of his hair dripping rain. It slid down his face, which was dark as a Spaniard's.” FirstsEndsFacesLeftDarkVisionBoysFeetMovementHairArmsLowsAngelRainStonesRoseLegsNakedHeightHungGlancesMonumentFringePeasantsMarbleTrousersDrippingArms And LegsToppingsSpaniardsTorso Book:Hush, Hush Source: Hush, Hush
“If, on thinking this, I look up to see if reality can quench my thirst, I see inexpressive facades, inexpressive faces, inexpressive gestures. Stones, bodies, ideas - all dead. All movements are one great standstill. Nothing means anything to me, not because it's unfamiliar but because I don't know what it is. The world has slipped away. And in the bottom of my soul - as the only reality of this moment - there's an intense and invisible grief, a sadness like the sound of someone crying in a dark room.” IfsThinkingKnowsWorldLooksMeanIdeasSoulMomentsBodyRealityFacesSoundDarkRoomsGriefSadnessCryMovementStonesBottomInvisibleIntenseMy SoulLook UpGesturesThirstUnfamiliarFacadeQuenchDark RoomStandstill Author:Fernando Pessoa
“Man has used human rhythmic movement as raw material out of which to create works of art, as the composer of music uses sound, the sculptor uses stone and wood, the painter his pigments, and the writer - words.” MenHumansArtUseUsedSoundMovementMaterialsStonesDanceWoodsPainterWorks Of ArtComposerSculptorsRaw MaterialsPigment Author:Ted Shawn