Best 98 quotes in «rhyme quotes» category

I'm more into beats than rhymes.

I'm a terrible punster. And I love to rhyme. I just can't help myself.

I mean, when it's time to rhyme rhyme, I can get down for mine.

I'm not just making rhymes and making melodies. I'm expressing my true life force, energy.

I set it off with my own rhyme / cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time

I'm sure 50 percent of television ads use rhyme

I never indulge in rhyme or stanza Unless I'm in bed with the influenza.

In my song you catch at times Note sweeter far than mine, And in the tangle of my rhymes Can scent the eglantine.

It's very hard to find things that rhyme with North American Free Trade Agreement.

I started doing music when I was thirteen; I actually started writing my first rhymes.

Just now I've taen the fit o' rhyme / My barmie noddle's working prime.

I was always making up rhymes. But I never thought that poetry would become my life.

I wish to write such rhymes as shall not suggest a restraint, but contrariwise the wildest freedom.

I usually start with a title or maybe a little rhyme or phrase.

I was promised on a time To have reason for my rhyme; From that time unto this season, I received nor rhyme nor reason.

Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells, From the bells, bells, bells.

Life has shown me all too often that there is no rhyme or reason to the cruelty inflicted upon humanity.

My work is basically images set to my particular voice. It's the way the images rhyme and the rhythm. It's a way of economical storytelling for me.

Men don't make passes at crones with big (rhymes with passes).

People only call me 'Fiery' because it rhymes with Fred, just like 'Typhoon' rhymes with Tyson

Oh, southern rappers... so hard to write a rhyme when you only know 30 words.

Once in awhile you have a thought, and you rhyme it.

People don't ask Jay-Z to take his shirt off when he rhymes.

Rhymes more fresher than a virgin in a 'frigerator.

Puttin rhymes into shape just like Jack LaLanne.

Rhyme is the rock on which thou art to wreck.

San Francisco is poetry. Even the hills rhyme.

The past does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.

Tell the truth and make it rhyme

Sometimes I have something stuck in my head and that directs the rhyme that I'm writing with.

There is no business like show business. There is also no business like certified public accounting, but that doesn't rhyme as well.

Time ain’t nothing, but time. It’s a verse with no rhyme, And it all come down to you. «El tiempo solo es tiempo. Es un verso sin rima, y todo depende de ti.»

Time, ain't nothin, but time. It's a verse with no rhyme, and it all comes down to you.

A fruitless year, take a fearless heart One that blooms late will flourish in the dark

What a lot of people don't know is that Wyclef started off as a battle rapper, when he decided that he would rhyme.

Аfter all the beats and rhymes, I felt like everybody around me was rapping and so I was like.

And now he is singing a bard's curse upon you, O brother abbot, and upon your father and your mother, and your grandfather and your grandmother, nd upon all your relations.' Is he cursing in rhyme?' He is cursing in rhyme, and with two assonances in every line of his curse.' ("The Crucifixion Of The Outcast")

A glassy calm replaced the storm surrounding their boat. The distant thunder struck a note, white-hot and remote. An invisible magnet seemed to steer their course. The island pulled them in with its dreamy force.

A good poem has rhyming but no ending, it continues to rhyme in our heart.

A poetess is not as selfish as you assume. After months of agonising over her marriage of words—the bride— and spaces—the groom, she knows that as soon as she has penned the poem, it’s yours to consume. So, without giving it a think, she blows on the ink and the letters fly away like dandelions on a windy day, landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips. But more often than not, you can easily spot them trodden and forgotten, becoming sodden and rotten. Yet, she will continue to make what’s others to take because selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.

Champagne morning, sleepless grin, setting off and settling in. Today feels good.

Before reaching Grassy Butte, though, Dad spied a farmhouse with two pumps in the drive and a red-and-white sign out front saying DALE'S OIL COMPANY. Another sign said CLOSED, but a light was on in the house and Dad pulled in, saying, "I believe we might prevail on Dale. What do you think?" "Prevail on Dale," I repeated to Swede. "To make a sale," she added. "And if we fail, we'll whale on Dale--" "Till he needs braille!" "Will you guys desist?" Dad asked.

By(e) pen, I've tried my hand at poetry; only to see how boring it is to me. That is, unless I get a chance to destroy each and every piece while doing it as I please.

Chance is your god Though you're falling free you will land hard

Before he got too far, he thought he smelled a fire. No sooner did he blink before he sensed something dire. He heard a sound and froze, danger tickling his nose. His ears perked up as tiny cries of capture rose.

Children will remember their favorite book, but they will also remember their favorite lap.

Dead grass is awakened by fire, dead earth is awakened by rain. One life will give way to another, the cycle will begin again.

Crouching in position posing in perfect posture On the rooftop of a gothic cathedral sits a monster

Every little or big problem has a reason, Every year there is a winter season, Every trouble goes away with time, After winter spring comes with rhyme.

Halt glared at his friend as the whistling continued. 'I had hoped that your new sense of responsibly would put an end to that painful shrieking noise you make between your lips' he said. Crowley smiled. It was a beautiful day and he was feeling at peace with the world. And that meant he was more than ready to tease Halt 'It's a jaunty song' 'What's jaunty about it?' Halt asked, grim faced. Crowley made an uncertain gesture as he sought for an answer to that question. 'I suppose it's the subject matter' he said eventually. 'It's a very cheerful song. Would you like me to sing it for you?' 'N-' Halt began but he was too late, as Crowley began to sing. He had a pleasant tenor voice, in fact, and his rendering of the song was quite good. But to Halt it was as attractive as a rusty barn door squeaking. 'A blacksmith from Palladio, he met a lovely lady-o' 'Whoa! Whoa!' Halt said 'He met a lovely lady-o?' Halt repeated sarcastically 'What in the name of all that's holy is a lady-o?' 'It's a lady' Crowley told him patiently. 'Then why not sing 'he met a lovely lady'?' Halt wanted to know. Crowley frowned as if the answer was blatantly obvious. "Because he's from Palladio, as the song says. It's a city on the continent, in the southern part of Toscana.' 'And people there have lady-o's, instead of ladies?' Asked Halt 'No. They have ladies, like everyone else. But 'lady' doesn't rhyme with Palladio, does it? I could hardly sing, 'A blacksmith from Palladio, he met his lovely lady', could I?' 'It would make more sense if you did' Halt insisted 'But it wouldn't rhyme' Crowley told him. 'Would that be so bad?' 'Yes! A song has to rhyme or it isn't a proper song. It has to be lady-o. It's called poetic license.' 'It's poetic license to make up a word that doesn't exist and which, by the way, sound extremely silly?' Halt asked. Crowley shook his head 'No. It's poetic license to make sure that the two lines rhyme with each other' Halt thought for a few seconds, his eyes knitted close together. Then inspiration struck him. 'Well then couldn't you sing 'A blacksmith from Palladio, he met a lovely lady, so...'?' 'So what?' Crowley challenged Halt made and uncertain gesture with his hands as he sought more inspiration. Then he replied. 'He met a lovely lady, so...he asked her for her hand and gave her a leg of lamb.' 'A leg of lamb? Why would she want a leg of lamb?' Crowley demanded Halt shrugged 'Maybe she was hungry