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Rhythm is one of the principal translators between dream and reality.
Anyone who breathes is in the rhythm business.
Dance with your rhythm.
The rhythm of life is a jazz rhythm
Rhythm and harmony enter most powerfully into the inner most part of the soul and lay forcible hands upon it, bearing grace with them, so making graceful him who is rightly trained.
The rhythm of your life, is the steps of your future
Rhythm to me is essentially what Hopkins called the taste of self. I taste myself as rhythm.
Rhythm and timing are the two things which we all must have, yet no one knows how to teach either.
There is rhythm in chaos - even within the cacophony of the mind.
Dance with your sacred rhythm.
Your heart is a drum keeping time with everyone.
The mathematics of rhythm are universal. They don't belong to any particular culture.
The rhythm is below me, the rhythm of the heat. The rhythm is around me, the rhythm has control. The rhythm is inside me, the rhythm has my soul.
Life follows a rhythm and we hold the drum.
The Earth spins once a day. It goes around the sun once a year. The moon goes round the earth every 28 days. Your heart beats in a rhythm particular only to you. Everything has its drumbeat and everything contributes to the dance. You've just got to know when to lead and when to follow.
Where I come from we say that rhythm is the soul of life, because the whole universe revolves around rhythm, and when we get out of rhythm, that's when we get into trouble.
For me, rhythm is a type of divine mathematics in a way. No matter where you're from, we can all understand the mathematics of rhythm. I try to apply this mathematical thinking to my playing.
I have always had a certain rhythmic approach to my work.
Type has rhythm, just like music.
In a broader sense, the rhythms of nature, large and small - the sounds of wind and water, the sounds of birds and insects - must inevitably find their analogues in music.
Music and rhythm find their way into the secret places of the soul.
In every encounter between human beings there is a pace set that belongs to them, and that will be taken up in its own rhythm whenever they are together.
Clear your energy, honor your rhythm, live your vision
Habits, Andrea, are concrete forms of rhythm, are that portion of rhythm which helps to keep us alive.
I instruct you to be the obeyer,
A rhythm recipe that you'll savor,
Doesn't matter if you're minor or major,
Yes, the Tribe of the game, rhythm player,
As you inhale like a breath of fresh air
The moon invented natural rhythm. Civilization uninvented it.
For me, shooting, editing, and scoring rely on rhythm.
A rhythm becomes a habit when we can no longer hear the music.
Music. A meaningless acceleration in the rhythm of celestial experience.
Beat, beat, pause. Contract, expand. Inhale, exhale.
We all share in the same cosmic rhythm ... For all natural laws are like the rhythm of the strings of the harp.
Vision is the true creative rhythm.
I have all the rhythm in my left hand, and I use the rhythms that Gene Krupa did on his drums.
At first glance, the rhythm may be confused with gaiety, but when you look more closely at the mechanism of social life and the painful slavery of both men and machines, you see that it is nothing but a kind of typical, empty anguish that makes even crime and gangs forgivable means of escape.
A dance to the music of time.
In poetry, rhythm is a priority above everything else.
Rhythms are what create the seasons, and rhythms are special for creating the season called love. This is a season that is always active, so even if you aren't experiencing it, someone else is, always.
The ancient rhythms of the earth have insinuated themselves into the rhythms of the human heart. The earth is not outside us; it is within: the clay from where the tree of the body grows.
Nature paces its change in gradual steps, and in this time of renewal, I danced in sync to the rhythm of life.
The importance of the Beats is twofold: first, they act out a critique of the organized system that everybody in some sense agrees with. But second-and more important in the long run-they are a kind of major pilot study of the use of leisure in an economy of abundance.
Drums were my first instrument, my first love. I need rhythm, something that moves.
Style is the form of the ideal; rhythm is its movement.
The Dance - it is the rhythm of all that dies in order to live again; it is the eternal rising of the sun.
We are the instruments of genius, yet more the rhythm and less the drum as each expanding beat arises.
Since the beginning of time mankind has used music and dance to commune with the spirit of nature and the spirit of the universe.
There are those who dance to the rhythm that is played to them, those who only dance to their own rhythm, and those who don't dance at all.
We have no physical model of this endless rhythm of individuation and involvement, we do have its image in the world of art, most purely in dance.
When you beat a drum, you create NOW, when silence becomes a sound so enormous and alive it feels like you're breathing in the clouds and the sky, and your heart is the rain and the thunder.
And maybe that is where rhythm comes from, I think. Our earliest understanding of rhythm. The sound of our own breath, the beating of our own hearts.
Our bodies like rhythm and our brains like melody and harmony.
Rhythm is a conception, not a physical reality. It is true that, to be realized in music, rhythm must be marked by some sort of sound, but this sound is not itself the rhythm.
My body doesn't have any rhythm, you know. I've got quite good rhythm when I'm singing but my feet are very much two left feet.
In the beginning, there was noise. Noise begat rhythm, and rhythm begat everything else.
At the very center of our being is rhythmic movement, a cyclic expansion and contraction that is both in our body and outside it, that is both in our mind and in our body, that is both in our consciousness and not in it.
Dance is the landscape of man's soul.
Music is given to us with the sole purpose of establishing an order in things, including, and particularly, the coordination between man and time.
As you get the rhythm you discern how to win.
My impression is that a sense of rhythm, which has no analog in language, is unique and that its correlation with movement is unique to human beings. Why else would children start to dance when they're two or three? Chimpanzees don't dance.
Music is poetry in motion.
Observe the rhythm of passers-by on the street, at work, everywhere. Summon loving acceptance and let their tempos move you emotionally and corporeally. Try to assimilate new ideas by trying out the rhythms of those you encounter.
Music forecasts the past, recalls the future. Now and then the difference falls away, and in one simple gift of circling sound, the ear solves the scrambled cryptogram. One abiding rhythm, present and always, and you're free. But a few measures more, and the cloak of time closes back around you.
Rhythm When you reach for me, reach with love. I vow to return your extension with open arms and a dancing heart.
Rhythm and sounds are born with syllables.
The idea that rhythm is intrinsically human - not just primitive - that we all have hearts that beat at a steady rate and don't stop ... reminds me of life itself. In that sense my music is like certain popular music where the rhythm drives from beginning to end.
Good writing is rhythm.
Your rhythm is what matters to you so much that when you miss it you're resentful of your work ... So find your rhythm, understand what makes you resentful, and protect it..
Space. The continual becoming: invisible fountain from which all rhythms flow and to which they must pass. Beyond time or infinity
Constant rhythmical movement is necessary to health and harmony. Much ill health is due to emotional congestion.
There's a certain kind of time that's metronomic, that's correct, but doesn't want you want to dance. It doesn't make you want to move, and it doesn't make you want to play.
Life has its rhythm ad we have ours. They're designed to coexist in harmony, so that when we do what is ours to do and otherwise let life be, we garner acceptance and serenity. (285)
To write rhythmic prose one must go deep into oneself and find the anonymous and multiple rhythm of the blood. Prose needs to be built like a cathedral. There, one is truly without a name, without ambition, without help; on scaffoldings, alone with one's consciousness.
Well, rhythm is 90 percent of the interpretation.
All life is a rhythm," she said as I sat up. "All death is a rhythm suspended, a syncopation before life
resumes.
I am learning to flow with rhythm of nature.
Dance is the mathematics of the Soul
Rhythm? Not only do I have to defy gravity. I have to have rhythm while I do it?
Music, rhythm, rigadoon, without end, for no reason.
Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells From the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
I guess I like to find the rhythm in things.
When you meet the one
who changes the way
your heart beats,
dance with them to that rhythm
for as long as the song lasts.
LIFE is like to Dance, and which can be enjoyed by the Rhythm of the TIME
No place for illusions here. The beat doesn't stop solitude, it doesn't cure pain, you can't telephone it - it's simply a reminder that you belong to a shared story.
quieted my mind and spread my focus to every rustle, creak, and call from the wild lands. Nature had a rhythm akin to the beating of a drum or heart,
Music is the beat of a drum that keeps time with our emotions.
Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change - this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress.
Bruce Barton
Dance is the music of our body, sound is the rhythm of our feeling, silence is the symphony of our soul.
If we seek the real source of the dance, if we go to nature, we find that the dance of the future is the dance of the past, the dance of eternity, and has been and always will be the same ... The movement of waves, of winds, of the earth is ever the same lasting harmony.
When the music changes, so does the dance (Anon)
I like rhythmic things that butt up against each other in a cool kind of way.
All you need now is to stand at the window and let your rhythmical sense open and shut, open and shut, boldly and freely, until one thing melts in another, until the taxis are dancing with the daffodils, until a whole has been made from all these separate fragments.
The dancer's trembling heart must bring everything into harmony, from the tips of her shoes to the flutter of her eyelashes, from the ruffles of her dress to the incessant play of her fingers.
There is certainly a universal and unconscious propensity to impose a rhythm even when one hears a series of identical sounds at constant intervals ... We tend to hear the sound of a digital clock, for example, as "tick-tock, tick-tock" - even though it is actually "tick tick, tick tick.
On a small planet where minute follows minute, day follows day, year follows year, where tradition marches on with a deafening orderly beat-sometimes the order is disturbed by a dreamer, and artist, a scribbler-sometimes the beat is changed by one person at a time.
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Music must be seen, and dance must be heard
Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart.
The fearsome critic and not-very-tough composer Virgil Thomson once drew up a set of rules for hearing an unfamiliar work; the last of those is the question I take with me to every new-music event: "Is this just a good piece of clockwork, or does it actually tell time?
And this is our time-keeper, with a passion for percussion
I think rhythm is, when you talk about rhythmic sensibility, quite perceptive in that I like to have at least one thing that is at least common or familiar to the audience.
When lovers of life get ready to dance, the earth shakes and the sky trembles.