“Our souls dance to the music our hearts are making.”

I found peace in your eyes and calmness in your arms.

When I had lost my mind maybe that was the most peaceful place I have ever been.

You broke my heart but fixed my sight.

The war of hearts has too many casualties.

After I left you my heart sighed and whispered welcome home.

I realized it was really love when I was living to break myself into a million pieces just to make you whole.

With one look into your eyes, you take me dancing in galaxies and among the stars.

The stars in your eyes show a glimpse of how eternal love can be.

I didn’t believe in love anymore but I do believe in us.

I did everything I could to fix you and in return, you broke me.

Your love knows how to take me to the moon.

This fearless heart is trapped between these anxious walls of my worried mind.

We’ve got gold in our hands but we treat it like its change.

Please just tell me this was my last first kiss.

If I threw it all away would I still have you? If I try to push you away will you know I only want you to stay?

The higher the walls the deeper the love.

Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart.

All we really want to do is dance.

Dancing is a very living art. It is essentially of the moment, although a very old art. A dancer’s art is lived while he is dancing. Nothing is left of his art except the pictures and the memories–when his dancing days are over.

When in doubt dance it out.

Freedom to a dancer means discipline. That is what technique is for — liberation.

For a long time, I said I didn’t want to model. I was a dancer.

Baptists never make love standing up. They’re afraid someone might see them and think they’re dancing.

Pull me close when the light gives way to dark. Hold me tight until the stars all burn away. Dance with me to the rhythm of our hearts.