Dancers know how to move their arms and their hands. But I don't know the first thing about how to move my arms and hands gracefully.
It's interesting. I've known quite a few good athletes that can't begin to play a beat on the drum set. Most team sport is about the smooth fluidity of hand-eye coordination and physical grace, where drumming is much more about splitting all those things up.
I don't think being an athlete is unfeminine. I think of it as a kind of grace.
Every girl - and boy, if you so choose - should take some ballet. Because ballet gives you grace. It gives you [the ability] to work with your hands. It's all about your hands.
If a ballet dancer falls over, it's knowing how to get out looking clumsy that counts.
Asanas bring perfection in body, beauty in form, grace, strength, compactness, and the hardness and brilliance of a diamond.
It's empowering to find a workout that builds strength and grace.
The ball laughs, radiant, in the air. He brings her down, puts her to sleep, showers her with compliments, dances with her, and seeing such things never before seen his admirers pity their unborn grandchildren who will never see them.
I'd love to dance with grace and style, to move as easily as I write.
A woman’s beauty lies, not in any exaggeration of the specialized zones, nor in any general harmony that could be worked out by means of the sectio aurea or a similar aesthetic superstition; but in the arabesque of the spine. The curve by which the back modulates into the buttocks. It is here that grace sits and rides a woman’s body.
I need poise. I'm just so clumsy that it would kind of save me a lot.
Something about the way she moves through the world does not lend itself to the care of fragile objects.
Dancing for the length of time that I did, it centered me in such a way to be really in tune with my body, and I just feel like I'm physically able to do things because of my ballet background. Without ballet, I don't think I'd look graceful at all on screen.
