She never understood how the touch of his hand could make her heart tumble, and how his arm around her waist while they waltzed down the pier could make her believe she didn’t need the wood beneath her feet to walk across the water.
i remember when you taught me the waltz and at first i couldn’t get it right, being as how i was so uncoordinated. but you waited patiently for the longest time until i finally learned and we would dance together in our little world, until we could hear nothing but each other’s footsteps and the beautiful, lilting music, clear as day.
i still remember how to waltz, i don’t think i’ll ever forget. but it’s just not the same when i’ve got no one to dance with.
Don’t think, just write. Write specifically, if you are doing the waltz, don’t write, “I am dancing” write “I am waltzing” because your word picture is that much more clear. A waltz, after all, is very different from a polka or an electric slide or a ballet and yet they are all dances. Writing specifically is writing well.
she ran into the forest, leaping and bounding over the thick roots of the tall oak trees. she did cartwheels on the soft, damp earth. she waltzed, inviting every single animal to join her, from the shy spotted deer hiding beneath the bushes to the brightly chirping cicadas. the day was coming to a close as the sliver of glowing sun plummeted beneath the horizon… but she was only beginning.
a dance i dont know how to do it my dad showed me once in the kitchen before a father daughter dance it was not very hard i dont know all of it ive done it with my brothers and around the house not very well it is aslo a bar in oxford ms where i live it is a ni
“You look lovely when you’re making pancakes.”
Her face began to turn red. “Don’t even.”
He grinned and buried his face in her shoulder. “Although…”
“If you say anything else I will seriously shove this spatula down your throat.”
He paused and grinned, quickly yelling, “YOU ACTUALLY LOOK LOVELY ALL THE TIME!” before he took off running down the hall, narrowly avoiding her flying kitchen utensils.
waltzing is a great form of the art of dance. it is old and associated with an older generation, but still has endearing qualities. it is a dance that plays out a type of romantic game/chase, and can describe romantic relationships.
is the most boring dance that i could ever watch on so you think you can dance. it’s too technical and totally just not fun and entertaining at all. how can some one be so EXCITED to watch a waltz..
He put one hand on my waist nervously, clearly not comfortable dancing at all. I smiled reassuringly, glad myself that he had finally agreed to try ballroom dancing. Though I wasn’t a ballroom dancer, I was used to ballet, at least.
dancing, in flowing, beautiful dresses, and fancy tuxedos. somehow or other, everyone knows what they’re doing, but they’ve never been taught. everyone dancing is in love.
waltz makes me think of a kind of dance: a folk dance. The fun rhythm with cowboys and cowgirls dancing in circles (P.S. I don’t even know if what I’m saying is correct)
They would dance and waltz forever until they died. The lacquered floors, the polished marble, the satin cases poured in rich profusion. Round the room span. Round and round. The colours blured. The lighting swam in an endless whirlpool.
Waltz. And you would waltz me around the room without a care in the world, letting me step on your toes as you twirled me around and around. I remember those days Dad, and although we were never very good dancers, I learned a grace from you and our waltzing that still carries me today. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
waltzing with you was wonderful, you know. smell of you and my heart beating. i hope you couldn’t feel how ecstatic i was. perfect, perfect. every day i wake up and miss you. we waltz in my dreams. sorry i ruined everything. still love you. goodnight.
he grabbed me by the hand and led me onto the dance floor. his eyes shined brighter than the sun. i knew he loved me. i just knew this was one moment that would last forever. in the middle of the dance floor he grabs me by the hand, looks deep into my eyes and tells me, he’s cheating.
Dance, dance with me until the world spins around us rather than us around it. We can look into the eyes of love, but they don’t compare to the beauty of yours. With you I’d waltz until every star in the night sky faded, and we were blinded by the abyss of the end or the universe.
Waltz. The dance of the socialites. Seen as very high-class, it is a difficult dance to learn. Many complicated steps ensue, but the end product is a graceful and beautiful dance to last the ages.
When I was in third grade I had to waltz with a boy, and I ran to the cutest boy in the class, and waltzed with him. I will never forget that. (: His name was Zach. And, now he’s short, and I would never take a second look at him. Funny how thing’s work.
It was saturday night, and my wife and I had plans to go out and eat dinner, afterwards we were going to go out to a club, where tonight was do the “waltz” night. I had never danced like this before, i hope i dont embarass myself.
one step two, one step two. the waltz is a simple dance to learn. one step two, one step two. spin. her two left feet make it needlessly difficult. he plans to put up with her failure until she succeeds.
wedding whites and pearls
pinks and peaches
she swings around hung limply on your arm
a waltz, a waltz,
to a song she’s been singing in her head
a sigh escapes her lips as a sign it’s
never what she imaged.
i feel really bad about jackie . her boyfriend has a child with another girl and neither of them knew about it. the way life changes is scary. thats why i dont make plans. i NEVER know whats going to happen. at least im the woman and no man can make me ruin my life.
To all intents and purposes I waltz through life. But it is a sham. I am stmbling, helpless until circunstances change. It is out of my control. Help me. I am not waltzing.
Hand in hand, we waltzed across the crystal dance floor in pure bliss until the moment her stiletto heel snapped and I stepped on her other foot and she gave me a drop kick in pure disgust.
She never understood how the touch of his hand could make her heart tumble, and how his arm around her waist while they waltzed down the pier could make her believe she didn’t need the wood beneath her feet to walk across the water.
i remember when you taught me the waltz and at first i couldn’t get it right, being as how i was so uncoordinated. but you waited patiently for the longest time until i finally learned and we would dance together in our little world, until we could hear nothing but each other’s footsteps and the beautiful, lilting music, clear as day.
i still remember how to waltz, i don’t think i’ll ever forget. but it’s just not the same when i’ve got no one to dance with.
Don’t think, just write. Write specifically, if you are doing the waltz, don’t write, “I am dancing” write “I am waltzing” because your word picture is that much more clear. A waltz, after all, is very different from a polka or an electric slide or a ballet and yet they are all dances. Writing specifically is writing well.
crwnprincess of sweden dancing with her prince at their wedding, it was like a dream for all the swedish people
Dance dance as long as you can waltz with the blue lagoon and fly with the swans of eternal life.
she ran into the forest, leaping and bounding over the thick roots of the tall oak trees. she did cartwheels on the soft, damp earth. she waltzed, inviting every single animal to join her, from the shy spotted deer hiding beneath the bushes to the brightly chirping cicadas. the day was coming to a close as the sliver of glowing sun plummeted beneath the horizon… but she was only beginning.
dancing with myself and stepping on my own foot. Don’t need to be ashamed! follow the rythm!
a dance i dont know how to do it my dad showed me once in the kitchen before a father daughter dance it was not very hard i dont know all of it ive done it with my brothers and around the house not very well it is aslo a bar in oxford ms where i live it is a ni
I wish I knew how to waltz but of course I don’t. ONe two three. One two three. I don’t have any coordination so I guess I never will llearn.
“You look lovely when you’re making pancakes.”
Her face began to turn red. “Don’t even.”
He grinned and buried his face in her shoulder. “Although…”
“If you say anything else I will seriously shove this spatula down your throat.”
He paused and grinned, quickly yelling, “YOU ACTUALLY LOOK LOVELY ALL THE TIME!” before he took off running down the hall, narrowly avoiding her flying kitchen utensils.
waltzing is a great form of the art of dance. it is old and associated with an older generation, but still has endearing qualities. it is a dance that plays out a type of romantic game/chase, and can describe romantic relationships.
is the most boring dance that i could ever watch on so you think you can dance. it’s too technical and totally just not fun and entertaining at all. how can some one be so EXCITED to watch a waltz..
He put one hand on my waist nervously, clearly not comfortable dancing at all. I smiled reassuringly, glad myself that he had finally agreed to try ballroom dancing. Though I wasn’t a ballroom dancer, I was used to ballet, at least.
dancing, in flowing, beautiful dresses, and fancy tuxedos. somehow or other, everyone knows what they’re doing, but they’ve never been taught. everyone dancing is in love.
Lets waltz the night away, without a care or thought. Lets change the way we think, without thinking we can not.
waltz makes me think of a kind of dance: a folk dance. The fun rhythm with cowboys and cowgirls dancing in circles (P.S. I don’t even know if what I’m saying is correct)
A classic dance usually preformed at balls and other high class parties. In the same catagory as the Tango.
They would dance and waltz forever until they died. The lacquered floors, the polished marble, the satin cases poured in rich profusion. Round the room span. Round and round. The colours blured. The lighting swam in an endless whirlpool.
Waltz. And you would waltz me around the room without a care in the world, letting me step on your toes as you twirled me around and around. I remember those days Dad, and although we were never very good dancers, I learned a grace from you and our waltzing that still carries me today. Happy Father’s Day, Dad.
johnny come lately. he knew what he had to do. To rip that thing’s heart out was the only way to kill it… for good.
waltzing with you was wonderful, you know. smell of you and my heart beating. i hope you couldn’t feel how ecstatic i was. perfect, perfect. every day i wake up and miss you. we waltz in my dreams. sorry i ruined everything. still love you. goodnight.
he grabbed me by the hand and led me onto the dance floor. his eyes shined brighter than the sun. i knew he loved me. i just knew this was one moment that would last forever. in the middle of the dance floor he grabs me by the hand, looks deep into my eyes and tells me, he’s cheating.
I have never done the waltz before, but i have the impression that it would be like floating like a princess on a rainbow <3
Dance, dance with me until the world spins around us rather than us around it. We can look into the eyes of love, but they don’t compare to the beauty of yours. With you I’d waltz until every star in the night sky faded, and we were blinded by the abyss of the end or the universe.
lots of dancing… formally of course and also i think of the show so you think you can dance. good show fo sho.
dancing around the point, outdated and slow. boring ass dance……good music though……give me a cookie..mm crab cakes cant wait
Waltz. The dance of the socialites. Seen as very high-class, it is a difficult dance to learn. Many complicated steps ensue, but the end product is a graceful and beautiful dance to last the ages.
When I was in third grade I had to waltz with a boy, and I ran to the cutest boy in the class, and waltzed with him. I will never forget that. (: His name was Zach. And, now he’s short, and I would never take a second look at him. Funny how thing’s work.
It was saturday night, and my wife and I had plans to go out and eat dinner, afterwards we were going to go out to a club, where tonight was do the “waltz” night. I had never danced like this before, i hope i dont embarass myself.
tango. i’ve done this already. girls. suits. tuxedo’s. funny spelling. i’ve done this already. annoyance now. z.
one step two, one step two. the waltz is a simple dance to learn. one step two, one step two. spin. her two left feet make it needlessly difficult. he plans to put up with her failure until she succeeds.
Henrietta wanted to waltz all night. jerome had long ago given up trying to please her,he was exhausted
Waltz brings a dance in my step and a lovely melody in my mind as I look across the lake. Its such a beautiful dance… of life.
wedding whites and pearls
pinks and peaches
she swings around hung limply on your arm
a waltz, a waltz,
to a song she’s been singing in her head
a sigh escapes her lips as a sign it’s
never what she imaged.
i feel really bad about jackie . her boyfriend has a child with another girl and neither of them knew about it. the way life changes is scary. thats why i dont make plans. i NEVER know whats going to happen. at least im the woman and no man can make me ruin my life.
i haven’t heard this before……. what is it? some ideas?
To all intents and purposes I waltz through life. But it is a sham. I am stmbling, helpless until circunstances change. It is out of my control. Help me. I am not waltzing.
“The only dance I know is a simple waltz,” he said. “But I do alright with that.”
“This is the same, just with a flourish or two.” she replied.
Oh, to dance, to sweep, to swing, to waltz, all night in tattered shoes, with hidden lovers, and never to worry what the youngest sister is doing.
Hand in hand, we waltzed across the crystal dance floor in pure bliss until the moment her stiletto heel snapped and I stepped on her other foot and she gave me a drop kick in pure disgust.