Best 50 of Lyrical quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 17 Sep

Helen Oyeyemi

Mr. Fox didn't come, he didn't come, he didn't.

By Anonym 13 Sep

French Montana

All the lyrical rappers I know is broke.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Rigoberto Gonzalez

I like to move around in the landscape between poetry and prose, between the lyrical and the narrative.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Vinnie Paz

Yo, I'm god incarnate. From the grimiest back blocks. Pazienza lyrical equivalent of Sasquatch

By Anonym 13 Sep

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

All lyrical work must, as a whole, be perfectly intelligible, but in some particulars a little unintelligible.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Carey Wallace

Her mind raced through the dark, throwing open doors, knocking over cabinets, searching for anything it ever remembered seeing. Then the lightning flashed again. Carolina captured it before it even struck land, a jagged scar of silver light suspended over the black chimneys of a sleeping city. She narrowed her eyes at the incomplete bolt until it shimmered and broke. With one sweeping glance, she cast the bits of light across the eastern sky as stars. Thunder roared in her ears and lightning cut the sky again. Her stars held steady over a ghostly desert. Another bolt charged down the night, but she caught it before it could turn the sand to glass, broke it into pieces, and lit the west.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Elizabeth Wein

Incredible. It is just incredible that you can notice something like that when your face is so cold you can't feel it anymore, and you know perfectly well you are surrounded by death, and the only way to stay alive is to endure the howling wind and hold your course. And still the sky is beautiful.

By Anonym 14 Sep

John Maynard Keynes

Logic , like lyrical poetry , is no employment for the middle-aged

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sarah Mccarry

It's spring giving way to summer, balmy air smelling of roses, hot skin meeting the cold shock of the ocean, starry nights as warm as kisses.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Richard Mc Sweeney

… in these new days and in these new pages a philosophical tradition of the spontaneity of speculation kind has been rekindled on the sacred isle of Éire, regardless of its creative custodian never having been taught how to freely speculate, how to profoundly question, and how to playfully define. Spontaneity of speculation being synonymous with the philosophical-poetic, the philosophical-poetic with the rural philosopher-poet, and by roundelay the rural philosopher-poet thee with the spontaneity of speculation be. And by the way of the rural what may we say? A philosopher-poet of illimitable space we say. Iohannes Scottus Ériugena the metaphor of old salutes you; salutes your lyrical ear and your skilful strumming of the rippling harp. (Source: Hearing in the Write, Canto 19, Ivy-muffled)

By Anonym 17 Sep

James Mcbride

Not a week after Annie put her foot in Mrs. Huffmaster's duff, the Captain upped and laid down the date.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Tom Paulin

I wish I could write lyrical poems, but I just write the way they come.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Emma Trevayne

Other than this, the room was entirely still, as if such a grand clock had stolen even the time it took for a dustmote to float across a sunbeam, needing every minute, every second it could find.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Mason Cooley

Beauty is lyrical. Ugliness is elegiac.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Steve Tibbetts

Dean Magraw so liquid, lyrical and effortless it's like listening to a dancer.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Dave Matthes

Distance, the dissonance insurmountable, would be not the end, but a magnet. When fingertips kiss, they imprint and cement something, that cannot be disintegrated. Time becomes a phantom, the wind becomes an anchor, and old dreams- blankets of warmth. Lull with me, Lady, there is no greater escape. Love and war, even when buttered on toast, still makes for the breakfast of champions.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Ann Zwinger

Unkar Delta at Mile 73 The layers of brick red sandstone, siltstone, and mudstone of the Dox formation deposited a billion years ago, erode easily, giving the landscape an open, rolling character very different that the narrow, limestone walled canyon upstream, both in lithology and color, fully fitting Van Dyke’s description of “raspberry-red color, tempered with a what-not of mauve, heliotrope, and violet.” Sediments flowing in from the west formed deltas, floodplains, and tidal flats, which indurated into these fine-grained sedimentary rocks thinly laid deposits of a restful sea, lined with shadows as precise as the staves of a musical score, ribboned layers, an elegant alteration of quiet siltings and delicious lappings, crinkled water compressed, solidified, lithified.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Isbelle Razors

I drown myself in liquids of all kind Pour me another fiery glass of wine Volcanoes flash before my eyes I fear the love I left behind

By Anonym 15 Sep

Eminem

You can be a permanent fixture in my lyrical mixture.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Masiela Lusha

Poetry is a lyrical insinuation. Often, its melodic subtlety kisses the subconscious mind.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Alexandra Oliva

I think I can hear the unseen moon

By Anonym 18 Sep

Russell C. Brennan

Sometimes in life you meet a femme fatale and you can refuse them nothing they treat you like dirt but even the dirt they dish out has a taste you can resist? From the novel 'Adventures of a Dark Duke: The Pin

By Anonym 14 Sep

John K. Samson

I think of Gord Downie voice as Whitman-esque. He has a poetic voice that contains multitudes, both the suppleness of the instrument of his voice, and just the lyrical boundaries that he pushes, which are really always thrilling to me.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Billy Corgan

That life can change, that we're not stuck in vain...

By Anonym 13 Sep

Joanna Trollope

I'm no lyrical stylist, you wouldn't pick me for a perfect sentence, and I certainly wouldn't describe my novels as intellectual.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Erik Rutan

I've always tried to be kind of poetic in my lyrical approach.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F Voutsakis

How is it that men create such lovely silhouettes, such shadows of the corporeal, capturing things in their most wraith-like moment and yet they are not content with honing such divine talent? Instead, they opt to dissect the cadaver of that which cast the shadow.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Vince Staples

Every song with lyrics is lyrical.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Diana Gabaldon

Here I stand on the brink of war again, a citizen of no place, no time, no country but my own . . . and that a land lapped by no sea but blood, bordered only by the outlines of a face long-loved.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Gary Kemp

Why do I find it hard to write the next line?

By Anonym 14 Sep

Glenn Hughes

I think I'm better than I was in my younger days, because I'm exploring deep lyrical material, and I've been sober for a while now.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Richard Adams

The full moon, well risen in a cloudless eastern sky, covered the high solitude with its light. We are not conscious of daylight as that which displaces darkness. Daylight, even when the sun is clear of clouds, seems to us simply the natural condition of the earth and air. When we think of the downs, we think of the downs in daylight, as with think of a rabbit with its fur on. Stubbs may have envisaged the skeleton inside the horse, but most of us do not: and we do not usually envisage the downs without daylight, even though the light is not a part of the down itself as the hide is part of the horse itself. We take daylight for granted. But moonlight is another matter. It is inconstant. The full moon wanes and returns again. Clouds may obscure it to an extent to which they cannot obscure daylight. Water is necessary to us, but a waterfall is not. Where it is to be found it is something extra, a beautiful ornament. We need daylight and to that extent it us utilitarian, but moonlight we do not need. When it comes, it serves no necessity. It transforms. It falls upon the banks and the grass, separating one long blade from another; turning a drift of brown, frosted leaves from a single heap to innumerable flashing fragments; or glimmering lengthways along wet twigs as though light itself were ductile. Its long beams pour, white and sharp, between the trunks of trees, their clarity fading as they recede into the powdery, misty distance of beech woods at night. In moonlight, two acres of coarse bent grass, undulant and ankle deep, tumbled and rough as a horse's mane, appear like a bay of waves, all shadowy troughs and hollows. The growth is so thick and matted that event the wind does not move it, but it is the moonlight that seems to confer stillness upon it. We do not take moonlight for granted. It is like snow, or like the dew on a July morning. It does not reveal but changes what it covers. And its low intensity---so much lower than that of daylight---makes us conscious that it is something added to the down, to give it, for only a little time, a singular and marvelous quality that we should admire while we can, for soon it will be gone again.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Kenneth Koch

I don't think the nature of my poetry is satirical or even ironic, I think it's essentially lyrical but again I don't know if it's my position to say what my poetry is like.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Peter Straub

A lyrical, brave and complex novel that takes enormous risks and pulls them all off.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Karsten Harries

How easy it is to wax lyrical over despair, to wallow in it, to enjoy it. This too is kitsch

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sanober Khan

I am a tale, I am a book, written in different languages and styles I can’t be read, can’t be understood, neither by me nor the greatest of minds I am too big, I am too small, to be processed or seen by the naked eye I am too dim, I am too bright, to appear in the shadows or the sunshine.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Fiona Mozley

He was a human, and the gamut upon which his inner life trilled ranged from the translucent surface to beyond the deepest crevice of any sea.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Emma Trevayne

A land of brass and steel and clockwork, of steam airships, cogs that turned and wheels that spun.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Evelyn Glennie

Percussion is the most adaptable family of instruments. The biggest challenge is to project percussion in a lyrical way.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Christopher Paolini

In my writing, I strive for a lyrical beauty somewhere between Tolkien at his best and Seamus Heaney's translation of Beowulf.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Willa Valentine

Look," she said, and just that. That was the only time she opened her mouth, because she wanted to say something unnecessary, something that wouldn't be important or memorable, so I wouldn't have to remember her voice. We looked at the veil then, the thing that had turned her this way, and we smiled.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Herb Alpert

The trumpet was not a lyrical singing instrument.

By Anonym 19 Sep

William Wordsworth

we not only wish to be pleased, but to be pleased in that particular way in which we have been accustomed to be pleased.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Jon Foreman

I do have an obligation, however, a debt that cannot be settled by my lyrical decisions. My life will be judged by my obedience, not my ability to confine my lyrics to this box or that.

By Anonym 14 Sep

George Michael

Still, the music was always there, and the lyrical capability was always threatening to show its head.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Eminem

That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing, except for a dream and a fuckin rap magazine; Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long, idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs; Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives, so they sit and they cry, at night, wishin they'd die; Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe; We're nothin to you, but we're the fuckin shit in they eyes; That's why we seize the moment; Try to freeze it and own it, squeeze it and hold it, cause we consider these minutes golden; And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone; Just let our spirits live on, through our lyrics that you hear in our songs... [Sing for the Moment]

By Anonym 14 Sep

Grandmaster Flash

That diversity of production styles and diversity of lyrical structure - I miss that.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Lil Wayne

I'm the lyrical vendor, hip-hop is my shop

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mary Stewart

The street lamps glowed like ripe oranges among the bare boughs. Below in the wet street their globes glimmered down and down, to drown in their own reflections.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Sophia Rose

It is poetic and lyrical; words that spill forth like cool waters into the dusty dry rock bed of the Soul desiring love. It has been said that I’ve lived in the desert all my life and do not know what it means to be wet.