Dancing appears glamorous, easy, delightful. But the path to paradise of the achievement is not easier than any other. There is fatigue so great that the body cries, even in its sleep. There are times of complete frustration, there are daily small deaths.
You can do anything you set your mind to.
If there is no struggle, there is no progress.
Anytime you do something from the heart, people just know it.
Another one of me. I think every dancer has somewhat of similar feeling in those few seconds before you step out onto the stage.
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.
Pain is nothing compared to what it feels like to quit.
For me, there is a lot of room for improvement and there are a lot of things I would like to be better at.
Ballet shoes are meant to be torture devices. And never did a tortute device appear so lovely.
(Source: guismiles)
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
