A dancer who relies upon the doubtful comforts of human love can never be a great dancer. Never.
Japanese poster for The Red Shoes - Michael Powell, Emeric Pressburger.
Moira Shearer in The Red Shoes (1948)
"Vicky. Little Vicky. The sorrow will pass, believe me. Life is so unimportant.And from now onwards, you will dance like nobody ever before.”
The Red Shoes (1948).
At the end of the evening she is tired and wants to go home, but the Red Shoes are not tired. In fact, the Red Shoes are never tired. They dance her out into the street, they dance her over the mountains and valleys, through fields and forests, through night and day. Time rushes by, love rushes by, life rushes by, but the Red Shoes go on. - The Red Shoes (1948)
"A dancer who relies upon the doubtful comforts of human love can never be a great dancer. Never.”
The Red Shoes (1948)