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Isodale Alexis

“Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on. On many an occasion when I am dancing, I have felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists.-”Michael Jackson

Courtlyn Hanson

To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. This is power, it is glory on earth and it is yours for the taking. – Agnes de Mille

Corey Mangum

A lot of people insisted on a wall between modern dance and ballet. I'm beginning to think that walls are very unhealthy things.

                        - Twyla Tarp

Bobby Miles

While I dance I can not judge, I can not hate, I can not separate myself from life. I can only be joyful and whole. This is why I dance.

–  Hans Boss

Chloé Wareham- Gordon

“In a society that worships love, freedom, and beauty, dance is sacred. It is a prayer for the future, a remembrance of the past and a joyful exclamation of thanks for the present.”
Amelia Atwater-Rhodes

Anna Lee Green

Dance is for everybody. I believe that the dance came from the people and that it should always be delivered back to the people. – Alvin Ailey

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Victoria Kress

The dance can reveal everything mysterious that is hidden in music, and it has the additional merit of being human and palpable. Dancing is poetry with arms and legs.                    

- Charles Baudelaire

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Garrett McCann

I see dance being used as communication between body and soul, to express what it too deep to find for words. – Ruth St. Denis

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Irene Przywara 

Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free. ― Rumi

Marcello Bernard

"You have to love dancing to stick to it. It gives you nothing back, no manuscripts to store away, no paintings to show on walls and maybe hang in museums, no poems to be printed and sold, nothing but that single fleeting moment when you feel alive."—Merce Cunningham