Ballroom Quotes

“Answer me, James!” Will shouted. “Why have you blocked this door? I demand to know what’s going on!”
“James isn’t here!” Matthew called, moving closer to him. “Go away!”
James looked at Matthew, puzzled. “Really?”
“I heard breaking glass!” Will called.
“I was practicing fighting moves!” Matthew answered.
“In the ballroom?”
“We’re trying to distract Thomas! It’s been a very emotional day!” Matthew shouted back.
“What?” Will’s voice was incredulous.
“Don’t you blame this on me!” Thomas whispered.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Gold

“Sometimes in life confusion tends to arise and only dialogue of dance seems to make sense.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Caution not spirit, let it roam wild; for in that natural state dance embraces divine frequency.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Dance as the narration of a magical story; that recites on lips, illuminates imaginations and embraces the most sacred depths of souls.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Dance is the timeless interpretation of life.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“If you opened the dictionary and searched for the meaning of a Goddess, you would find the reflection of a dancing lady.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Don't breathe to survive; dance and feel alive.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Life is an affair of mystery; shared with companions of music, dance and poetry.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Through synergy of intellect, artistry and grace came into existence the blessing of a dancer.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“One step, two steps, three steps; like winds of time experience joy of centuries, when movements become revelations of the dance of destinies.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Burdened no more is soul for whom life flows through dance and not breath.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Transcend the terrestrial; surpass the celestial, from nature’s hands when you receive the sublime pleasures of dance.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Make dance the mission every moment seeks to accomplish.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Burdened no more is soul for whom life flows through dance like breath.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Spirit is a child, the tune of dancing feet its lullaby.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Audience of angels descend in the ambiance reciting praises in your glory, when you wear your dance shoes, when you arrive at the stage and with every step you take beneath your feet heaven moves. That is the power of dance.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“The next room was a great round ballroom. Its walls were arrayed in gold-painted moldings; its floor was a swirling mosaic of blue and gold; its dome was painted with the loves of all the gods, a vast tangle of plump limbs and writhing fabric. The air was cool, still, and hugely silent. My footsteps were only a soft tap-tap-tap, but they echoed through the room.
After that came what seemed like a hundred more rooms and hallways. In every one, the air was different: hot or cold, fresh or stuffy, smelling of rosemary, incense, pomegranates, old paper, pickled fish, cedarwood. None of the rooms frightened me like the first hallway. But sometimes--especially when sunlight glowed through a window--I thought I heard the faint laughter.
Finally, at the end of a long hallway with a cherrywood wainscot and lace-hung windows between the doors, we came to my room. I could see why the Gentle Lord called it the "bridal suite": the walls were papered with a silver pattern of hearts and doves, and most of the room was taken up by a huge canopied bed, more than big enough for two. The four posts were shaped like four maidens, coiffed and dressed in gauzy robes that clung to their bodies, their faces serene. They were exactly like the caryatids holding up the porch of a temple. The bed curtains were great falls of white lace, woven through with crimson ribbons. A vase of roses sat on the bedside table. Their red petals had blossomed wide to expose their gold centers, and their musk wove through the air.
It was a bed that had been built for pleasure, just like my dress, and as I stared at it I felt hot and cold at once.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“Ballroom dancing was inherently social, but steps replaced words and beats ironed out pauses. The shy, the awkward, and the weird found a home where good rhythm or a barn of a memory vanquished their shyness, awkwardness, and weirdness. Some got good while others stayed middling. Everyone, though, had fun.”
― Erin Bomboy, The Winner: A Ballroom Dance Novel

“The ballroom of Royal Academy might be the most magnificent sight I've ever seen. The enormous room is lit entirely by clouds of fireflies that float near the ceiling. Flowers crawl down the walls like ivy, while dozens of beautiful potted trees give the room the illusion of an enchanted forest.”
― Jen Calonita, Misfits

“We went back to the ballroom we had passed through earlier. I recognized it by the gilt moldings on the walls, for in the darkness I could not see the ceiling-- and the floor was utterly changed. Gone were the mosaics; gone was the floor. Instead, still water filled the room from end to end, deep blue with white-gold glitters swirling above the water were tiny pinpricks of light.
"It's beautiful," I whispered.
Shade caught my hand again and drew me forward. I followed him two halting steps, expecting my feet to splash into the water-- but instead the soles of my feet touched something cool, firm, and smooth, like glass. I looked down: the water rippled around our feet but held our weight. So we walked to the center of a midnight lake and watched the lights swirl around us like a flock of birds.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“Finally I stopped in the ballroom that at night was the Heart of Water. My side ached from running and sweat prickled across my face. I sat down heavily and leaned back against the gold-painted wall to stare at the ceiling. Overhead, Apollo leered at Daphne, who fled from him in stylized terror; Persephone's silent screams looked much more genuine as Hades dragged her down to the underworld. But at least she had a mother who did not rest until she'd saved her.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“Her feet ached and the music threaded a painful throbbing into her brain, but she danced on.”
― Kate Stradling, The Heir and the Spare

“Her searching gaze wove past actors on stilts, covered in cream and chestnut fur, and men decorated to look like swans with fangs, rowing upside-down polka-dot umbrellas through flower-covered streams that led toward the center of the ballroom.”
― Stephanie Garber, Legendary

“Dancing with a partner becomes a consensual sharing of energy where the two individuals can ideally take their cue from the tremendous flowing Movement beyond themselves.”
― Donna Goddard, The Love of Being Loving

“At eighteen, Lady Joanna ben Luke had a talent for being invisible. The night of the Coronation Ball, she applied herself to the task and blended into the yellow and gold wallpaper like a chameleon. Invisibility, unfortunately, did nothing to ease her physical discomfort. She surmised the seventh ring of Hell was not much hotter than the Palace ballroom tonight.”
― Staci Morrison, M4-Sword of the Spirit

“At eighteen, Lady Joanna ben Luke had a talent for being invisible. The night of the Coronation Ball, she applied herself to the task and blended into the yellow and gold wallpaper like a chameleon. Invisibility, unfortunately, did nothing to ease her physical discomfort. She surmised the seventh ring of Hell was not much hotter than the Palace ballroom tonight.

Her brown eyes widened with dread as she felt a slow rivulet of sweat run down the inside of her arm. A covert glance confirmed it, wet armpits. Great, just great. Even if they dried, which was unlikely in this heat, silk stained. She resigned herself to keeping her arms plastered to her sides for the rest of the night, which did nothing to improve her mood or ease the pain from the corset stays. Those medieval torture devices were supposed to make her appear trim. Instead, they dug painfully into her soft belly and forced her ample bosom so high she was afraid one of the straining gold buttons was going to launch and put someone’s eye out. She couldn’t even take a deep breath, trussed up and sweating like a pale chicken ten minutes into the roasting cycle.”
― Staci Morrison, M2-Rise of the Giants

“I always thought she was born on the wrong side of the wall,' Elain admitted. 'She made ballrooms into battlefields and plotted like any general. Like you two,' she said, nodding to Cassian, and then, a bit more shyly, to Azriel.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames

“Dance can transcend logical, time-bound, and place-specific limitations.”
― Donna Goddard, Dance: A Spiritual Affair

“If we want our men to dance, we have to inspire them. Not with blatant sexuality. That is too common, too little. But with something more, something bigger, something that will give them a reason to want to dance.”
― Donna Goddard, Dance: A Spiritual Affair

“The diamond chandelier casts a warm glow across the shimmering silk dresses, spinning into romantic colors.
Rich bright gold, soft blush, and glittering champagne.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea