Quotes by : Lene Fogelberg

In strength the body only knows itself, is full of itself, its movements, its words, but in weakness....

The cicadas buzzing, I can hear them through the window. Buzzing louder and louder. Just like the night....

Maybe there is an invisible world working behind our own, maybe words in the silence, maybe movements....

Dancing is like poetry written by our bodies: our outstretched arms our words of longing.

Sometimes you know that you are destined to die, but somehow you are given a parenthesis after the punctuation....

He laughs again and I want to eat his laughter, be nourished by it, feel it in my blood.