At the still point, there the dance is.

We looked out on Life, with its strange scaffolding,

He had all along felt that he was, in his own words (which incidentally are also Heidegger's), 'on the fringe of being', with only one foot in life and with no right even to that. He felt that he was not really alive and that anyway he was of no value and had hardly the right to the pretension of having life.

There are some oddities in the perspective with which we see the world.

Only by living at the edge of death can you understand the indescribable joy of life.

Maybe it's good to put things in perspective, but sometimes, I think that the only perspective is to really be there.

Opportunity dances with those who are already on the dance floor.

Being on the fringes of the world is not the best place for someone who intends to re-create it: here again, to go beyond the given, one must be deeply rooted in it. Personal accomplishments are almost impossible in human categories collectively kept in an inferior situation.

The world is like a Mask dancing. If you want to see it well, you do not stand in one place.

‎Dancing is not just getting up painlessly, like a leaf blown on the wind; dancing is when you tear your heart out and rise out of your body to hang suspended between the worlds.

Life is a piece of music, and you’re supposed to be dancing.

He was constantly reminded of how startlingly different a place the world was when viewed from a point only three feet to the left.

What looks still to our crude eyes is a wild and dynamic dance.

We gaze continually at the world and it grows dull in our perceptions. Yet seen from another's vantage point, as if new, it may still take the breath away.