683 Quotes About Dancing

His lips twitched upward, and warmth spread through him as he said, "I can't dance.""Dancing is for people who don't truly appreciate the buffet.""I have nothing to wear.""I'll find something for you.""The nobility will gossip about you until the day you die," he said. One last attempt to talk sense into her even though he knew it was a lost cause."They need a new hobby anyway." She smiled at him.

Tell me . . . just one thing . . . about your time?' he managed to get out.'Of course,' Etta said.'Do you remember . . . that couple in London, in the station?''The ones who were dancing?' she asked. 'What about them?''Would we . . . be able to dance . . . that way?' he said, finding it harder to catch his breath. 'In your time?'Etta pressed her lips together, clearly fighting to offer him a smile. 'Yes.' 'Though so.

I could feel the bite of the autumn air, warning us all of the harsh winter that was on its way.

His heart and mine added a rhythm all their own. We turned and turned, and with every turning we breathed a little more quickly and held on a little more tightly, and when we came back to the place we started, we stopped dancing and stood with our arms around each other, holding on as if we would never let go, not if the sky fell and the whole world came to an end.

Why wouldn't I dance?"Uh, maybe because at first glance he looked like he ate puppies for breakfast and kittens for lunch? As for what he enjoyed having for dinner - that couldn't be discussed in polite company."Because you think it's dumb?" The words emerged as a question rather than the statement I'd meant them to be."Something that allows a guy to put his hands all over a girl isn't dumb. It's genius

I watched them dancing and masquerading with somebody else's wings

Dancing was like sex, and I knew when she and I were together it would be amazing. Physical desire and lust had nothing to do with it. We just understood when the other person would move before the actually did it.

Doubt quit stopping by when I started staying out late, dancing in a flood of self assurance discovered when holding your hand.

Please don't sing and dance," I whisper, but it's too late. He's snapping his fingers and doing this sexy groove to the music. It should look really stupid - and it kind of does - but with his tight abs and his tattoos and piercings, it's really just...precious.