Angela Isadora Duncan (May 27, 1877 – September 14, 1927) was an American dancer. Born in California, she lived in Western Europe and the Soviet Union from the age of 22 until her death at age 50. She performed to acclaim throughout Europe after being exiled from the United States for her pro-Soviet sympathies. Duncan's fondness for flowing scarves contributed to her death in an automobile accident in Nice, France, when she was a passenger in an Amilcar. Her silk scarf, draped around her neck, became entangled around the open-spoked wheels and rear axle, breaking her neck. In 1987, she was inducted into the National Museum of Dance's Mr. & Mrs. Cornelius Vanderbilt Whitney Hall of Fame. (Click here for full Wikipedia article)
Any intelligent woman who reads the marriage contract and then goes into it, deserves all the consequences.
Any woman or man who would write the truth of their lives would write a great work. But no one has dared to write the truth of their lives.
Art is not necessary at all. All that is necessary to make this world a better place to live in is to love- to love as Christ loved, as Buddha loved.
Dance is the movement of the universe concentrated in an individual.
For I was never able to understand, then or later on, why, if one wanted to do a thing, one should not do it. For I have never waited to do as I wished. This has frequently brought me to disaster and calamity, but at least I have the satisfaction of getting my own way.
I do not teach children, I give them joy.
I hope that schools have changed since I was a little girl. My memory of the teaching of the public schools is that it showed the brutal incomprehension of children.
If I could tell you what it meant, there would be no point in dancing it.
Most human beings today waste some 25 to 30 years of their lives before they break through the actual and conventional lies which surround them.
Movements are as eloquent as words.
People don't live nowadays: they get about ten percent out of life.
Perhaps he was a bit different from other people, but what really sympathetic person is not a little mad?
So long as little children are allowed to suffer, there is no true love in this world.
So that ends my first experience with matrimony, which I always thought a highly overrated performance.
The finest inheritance you can give to a child is to allow it to make its own way, completely on its own feet.
The first essential in writing about anything is that the writer should have no experience of the matter.
Virtuous people are simply those who have not been tempted sufficiently, because they live in a vegetative state, or because their purposes are so concentrated in one direction that they have not had the leisure to glance around them.
We may not all break the Ten Commandments, but we are certainly all capable of it. Within us lurks the breaker of all laws, ready to spring out at the first real opportunity.
What one has not experienced, one will never understand in print.
With what price we pay for the glory of motherhood.
You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you.