A Quote by Dick Van Dyke

I have a beautiful, young wife who sings and dances, so there's a lot of duetting going on at my house.

Dick Van Dyke

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Beautiful Dances Going House Lot Sings Wife Young Young Wife

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Dick Van Dyke
American - Actor
Born: December 13, 1925

Trust me, the person who sings his/her heart out, laughs loud and dances like no one is watching, is the beautiful one.

Badshah

'Tis not to make me jealous To say my wife is fair, feeds well, loves company, Is free of speech, sings, plays, and dances well; Where virtue is, these are more virtuous.

William Shakespeare

Beyonce moves a lot. She's astonishing, dances and sings at the same time. She is buff.

Rita Moreno

Pride sings and dances; humility sighs.

Mason Cooley

There are a lot of young black girls who I meet in my travels who don't have a lot of self-esteem. So if I communicate to them that they're beautiful, no white person should find fault in that. It doesn't mean that young white girls aren't beautiful, because they are just as beautiful.

Lauryn Hill

When I'm dancing, I'm not thinking about anything. I am here. I am totally there. You know? And the feeling is a sensation of being away from myself. My soul dances with the angels, and my body dances with my wife.

Paulo Coelho

I'm in a house where if the washing machine shuts off, it sings a song. If iPad gets a message, it sings a song. I'm living in a real postmodern time - every single thing sings to you to tell you it's started, it's stopped, you've got a message, you didn't get a message.

Abel Ferrara

All of my kids are into music. My older daughter plays guitar, piano, sings. My young son, he sings.

Martin Gore

Laurence Fishburne - he's a great actor, but he dances and sings, too? He can just do everything.

Kenya Barris

I want to be acknowledged as not just a pretty idol who sings and dances on stage, but as an artist

Choi Soo-young

On the waves of the brook she dances by, The light, the lovely dragon-fly; She dances here, she dances there, The shimmering, glimmering flutterer fair. And many a foolish young beetle's impressed By the blue gauze gown in which she is dressed; They admire the enamel that decks her bright, And her elegant waist so slim and slight.

Heinrich Heine

The artist writes, paints, sings or dances the burden of some idea or feeling off his mind.

Max Nordau

It dances today, my heart, like a peacock it dances, it dances. It sports a mosaic of passions like a peacock’s tail, It soars to the sky with delight, it quests, Oh wildly, it dances today, my heart, like a peacock it dances.

Rabindranath Tagore

If you listen, you can hear it. The city, it sings. If you stand quietly, at the foot of a garden, in the middle of the street, on the roof of a house. It's clearest at night, when the sound cuts more sharply across the surface of things, when the song reaches out to a place inside you. It's a wordless song, for the most, but it's a song all the same, and nobody hearing it could doubt what it sings. And the song sings the loudest when you pick out each note.