Salsa Quotes

“The job of feets is walking, but their hobby is dancing.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Sometimes in life confusion tends to arise and only dialogue of dance seems to make sense.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Caution not spirit, let it roam wild; for in that natural state dance embraces divine frequency.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Dance as the narration of a magical story; that recites on lips, illuminates imaginations and embraces the most sacred depths of souls.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Dance is the timeless interpretation of life.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“If you opened the dictionary and searched for the meaning of a Goddess, you would find the reflection of a dancing lady.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Don't breathe to survive; dance and feel alive.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Life is an affair of mystery; shared with companions of music, dance and poetry.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Marriage is not kick-boxing, it's salsa dancing.”
― Amit Kalantri

“Through synergy of intellect, artistry and grace came into existence the blessing of a dancer.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“One step, two steps, three steps; like winds of time experience joy of centuries, when movements become revelations of the dance of destinies.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Burdened no more is soul for whom life flows through dance and not breath.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Transcend the terrestrial; surpass the celestial, from nature’s hands when you receive the sublime pleasures of dance.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Make dance the mission every moment seeks to accomplish.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Burdened no more is soul for whom life flows through dance like breath.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“Spirit is a child, the tune of dancing feet its lullaby.”
― Shah Asad Rizvi

“When it was mixed together, the salsa was a celebration of red and white and green, cool and fresh and alive. On a tortilla, with a bit of crumbled white 'queso fresco,' it was both satisfying and invigorating, full of textures and adventures, like childhood held in your hand.”
― Erica Bauermeister, The School of Essential Ingredients

“Anunció que empezaríamos bailando salsa. Me señaló una silla, se envolvió en los brazos de Willie y esperó el compás exacto de la música para lanzarse a la pista.
-El hombre guía -fue su primera lección.
-¿Por qué? -le pregunté.
-No sé, pero así es -dijo.
-¡Ajá! -celebró Willie con aire de triunfo.
-No me parece justo -insistí.
-¿Qué es lo que no es justo? -preguntó la escandinava.
-Creo que nos deberíamos turnar. Una vez manda Willie y otra vez mando yo.
-¡El hombre siempre guía! -exclamó esa bruta.
Ella y mi marido se deslizaron por la pista al son de la música latina, entre los grandes espejos que multiplicaban hasta el infinito sus cuerpos entrelazados, las largas piernas con medias negras y la sonrisa idiota de Willie, mientras yo refunfuñaba en mi silla.
Al salir de la clase, en el auto tuvimos una pelea que por poco acaba apuñetazos. Según Willie, ni siquiera se había fijado en las piernas o las pechugas de la profesora, que eran ideas mías.«¡Jesús! ¡Hay que ver qué tonta es esta mujer!», exclamó.”
― Isabel Allende, La suma de los días

“When Linda danced, her body twisted and swayed in a hypnotic motion which caused envy among her dance friends.”
― Jennifer Lynch, Salsa

“She pulled out a few tortilla chips from a nearby shelf, dipping one deeply and popping it in her mouth, then holding out the jar so Daniel could do the same. She was hit with the summery peach and brown sugar that sweetened the tomatoes, and then the heat built, numbing her tongue from the back to the front. She swallowed, eyes watering, and looked at Daniel, who already had his mouth open trying to cool it off. Most Wisconsinites couldn't hold their heat, so she wouldn't be able to use it straight, but there were some nice flavors in there.
"Here." She handed him a yogurt smoothie she kept in the fridge for days when she didn't have time to make a sandwich for herself.
"Sorry, G. I thought it would be delicious." He had an easy manner, bordering on shy, but with a strong thoughtful streak. Gina appreciated his amiable company.
"Ye of little faith. It has great flavor. It would be a shame to waste it. Have a seat and give me a few minutes."
Daniel settled on the overturned five-gallon bucket she used as a chair when it was slow.
"Tell me about what you were doing in Texas," she said.
"My sister and her family live near Austin. I try to get down and visit her once a winter. It's a nice break from the cold."
While he spoke she worked, mixing the salsa into cream cheese to cut the heat. She had some cornbread that she had made herself so it was the right texture to cut into slices- it would be the perfect accompaniment. She warmed up a little slow-cooked pork, tossing it with the peach salsa cream cheese mix, and put it between the cornbread slices with some shredded Monterey Jack, grilling it with butter to give the bread a crisp crunch.”
― Amy E. Reichert, The Optimist's Guide to Letting Go

“Some feet are made for racing, but some special feet are made for dancing.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“Dancing is like you having a romance with yourself.”
― Amit Kalantri, Wealth of Words

“It was apparent that her husband had no intention of joining her at any of her dance classes, so his complaints were futile.”
― Jennifer Lynch, Salsa

“The salsa class had been a miracle for Linda. Her only regret was she hadn’t learned to dance years ago but better late than never, and she intended to make the best of it.”
― Jennifer Lynch, Salsa

“Jade realised that being everyone’s best friend took time and effort, so she had learned to be a great listener. Her friends thought she was fun to be around, but she was unhappy with her weight. Jade had never met a man who respected her and had convinced herself that her body was the issue.”
― Jennifer Lynch, Salsa

“You’ve had un oeuf? Sorry, I don’t understand. Would you like to visit the vineyard with Linda tomorrow?’ asked Andre, who looked confused.
‘Yes, that will be great because I have had un oeuf!’ Jade replied, forcing a smile, but she still felt shaken. No-one took her seriously. Well, she would soon see about that!”
― Jennifer Lynch, Salsa

“Steaming meat slides in our direction, Lucas leading it onto a plate before glancing up at the ticket. He reaches for his belt, covering the meat in some orange sauce and then using his gloved hands to load it with toppings from the trays in front of us. There's cilantro, onions, lime wedges, corn salsa, avocados, and chili peppers. Ten different kinds of salsa, all marked with different colored tape that read either PUSSIES, NIÑOS, BADASS MOFOS, or LOCO. I assume they're heat indexes, and Lucas tells me to fill some plastic cups with a few milds, I reach for the salsa marked PUSSIES.
"Whoa, careful." Lucas points to a bottle out of sight.
I pull it to the front and it reads GABACHOS.
"Pen..." Lucas taps the salsa I reached for first. "Took offense to the labels. Now Pussies is the hottest salsa we have.”
― Laekan Zea Kemp, Somewhere Between Bitter and Sweet

“We believe that a great salsa can be more of a complement over just a condiment.”
― John Kresl

“Jasmine opened her fridge and pulled out cauliflower, an onion, garlic, tomato paste, crushed tomatoes and molasses.
"Are plant people for or against eating the plants?" Nina asked.
"I sure hope they're pro, because vegetarian is what's calling to me."
Nina watched Jasmine bread and bake the cauliflower, mash tomatoes in a pot with the garlic, spices and onion, then pan-fry a homemade tortilla. She piled the baked cauliflower onto the tortilla shell, then drizzled a healthy amount of the homemade salsa across the top.
She passed the plate to Nina and the aroma of the flavors mixing together reminded her of being outside in summer. She wanted to live on that plate. Nina picked up the taco and folded it, admiring the colors of the ingredients as they blended together like new paint on a fresh canvas. She smiled at the food. "Hello, gorgeous."
Then she smelled the taco---spice and lime---before taking a bite. Not only was each part of the dish cooked perfectly, but it also practically melted in her mouth.”
― Erin La Rosa, For Butter or Worse

“I was pleasantly surprised in that it was actually one of my favorite dishes of the night; the octopus had been charred perfectly so that the outside was crisp and smoky and the inside was tender, and it had been paired with a green salsa that made me want to sing with its freshness and vibrancy.”
― Amanda Elliot, Best Served Hot