“Dance until you shatter yourself.”

Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon.

Woman is the light of God.

What you seek is seeking you.

I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a hundred silent ways.

Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust.

Thankfulness brings you to the place where the Beloved lives.

My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others. Unfold your own myth.

Someone who does not run toward the allure of love walks a road where nothing lives.

Never lose hope, my heart, miracles dwell in the invisible. If the whole world turns against you keep your eyes on the Friend.

At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come, I’ll sit up and sing.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

A mountain keeps an echo deep inside. That’s how I hold your voice.

Let the beauty of what you love be what you do.

A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.

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.

Dance is the landscape of man’s soul.

Think of the magic of that foot, comparatively small, upon which your whole weight rests. It’s a miracle, and the dance is a celebration of that miracle.

If God is the DJ, then Life is the dance floor; Love is the rhythm and You are the music.