That said, I wouldn’t be me if I did it properly…
Here are the rules of the challenge:
- Thank the blogger who nominated you
- Post three quotes each day for three days
- Nominate three bloggers per day
- Inform the nominee
One is done. Two is coming. Where I’m having trouble is three and four, because OMG asking people to do things? No wai! So, uh, kindly nominate yourselves if you’re into this kind of thing. And if you’re not, enjoy the quotes!
I believe they are supposed to be inspirational quotes, and seeing how this is a dance blog, they should be inspirational for dancing, right? Right?
Well, the problem is, inspirational/motivational quotes and the Dork do not get along very well. The Dork likes funny quotes, curious quotes or true quotes. The Dork likes stories, science and, apparently, talking about herself in third person. So think of these quotes as personally important to the Dork. Here we go!
Nemo enim fere saltat sobrius, nisi forte insanit.
– Marcus Tullius Cicero
This gem translates as «Nobody dances sober, unless he is insane» and it almost became the tagline of this blog, as I’ve described here. For the context of the quote, i.e. the Romans’ view on dancing, skip to the end of that lengthy post. I promise it is worth it.
If you trust in yourself… and believe in your dreams… and follow your star… you’ll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren’t so lazy.
– Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men
The first and only celebrity whose death ever made me cry, Sir Terry is god to me. The Discworld books are hilarious fantasy adventures, but they are also so much more than that. Filled to the brim with Terry’s wry wisdom, they’ve given me more comfort than any «proper» inspirational quote ever has. I could fill three of these challenges with Pratchett quotes alone, but this down-to-earth little bit is one of my all time favourites and one of the few quotes that actually has a motivational effect on me.
Thus, from the war of nature, from famine and death, the most exalted object which we are capable of conceiving, namely, the production of the higher animals, directly follows. There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved.
– Charles Darwin
These are the very last sentences of the first edition of The Origin of Species (1859) and they speak for themselves.
Tune in tomorrow for part two!
In other news, I have gone from being sick before the holidays to being lazy during the holidays and then straight to being sick again after the holidays. Something knocked me flat with fever, chills, cough and all that baloney. Definitely worse than the usual cold, but judging by the fact that it’s been less than a week and I don’t feel insanely tired and weak all the time, it’s probably not the actual flu. I’ve only missed one dance class: Monday was still a holiday, so no modern, and M. was sick herself on Thursday, so no ballet.
Coming up next, obligatory post-break week of disproportionate muscle soreness.
Featured image by Fabien Barral via Unsplash.