Gentle Movement Quotes

There is a peacefulness, an air of reflection, about a rocking-chair that attaches to no other moving object.

Swinging on delicate hinges the autumn leaf almost off the stem.

I was stirred only like a leaf in the wind, that is all. . .

... not only is life put in new patterns from the air, but it is somehow arrested, frozen into form. (The leaping hare is caught in a marble panel.) A glaze is put over life. There is no flaw, no crack in the surface; a still reservoir, no ripple on its face. Looking down from the air that morning, I felt that stillness rested like a light over the earth. The waterfalls seemed frozen solid; the tops of the trees were still; the river hardly stirred, a serpent gently moving under its shimmering skin.

And she moves among the sparrows. And she floats upon the breeze. She moves among the flowers. She moves something deep inside of me

It is like a dream to feel the machine lift you gently up in the air, float smoothly over one spot.

Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

I've done four videos for older people under my new brand, Prime Time, and the missing link was yoga. I'm aiming it for older people - people who have never worked out or who are recovering from a surgery and have to start slow. It's easy, you can't get hurt, it's very doable, and I've done it in ten-minute segments.

Her other mother smiled brightly and the hair on her head drifted like plants under the sea.

The dancer's body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul. The true dance is an expression of serenity; it is controlled by the profound rhythm of inner emotion. Emotion does not reach the moment of frenzy out of a spurt of action; it broods first, it sleeps like the life in the seed, and it unfolds with a gentle slowness. The Greeks understood the continuing beauty of a movement that mounted, that spread, that ended with a promise of rebirth.

Keep the juices flowing by jangling around gently as you move.

That day I carried the dream around like a full glass of water, moving gracefully so I would not lose any of it.

I will move gently down the stream of life until I sleep with my fathers.

Low stir of leaves and dip of oars And lapsing waves on quiet shores.

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

A cat pours his body on the floor like water. It is restful just to see him.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.

I was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff, and he was the wind that stirred me about the world.

Words and feathers the wind carries away.

Slowly, but with no doubt or hesitation whatever, and in something of a solemn expectancy, the two animals passed through the broken tumultuous water and moored their boat at the flowery margin of the island.

What precious drops are those, Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?