Rhyming Quotes - Page 2

Those who have heard me speak from time to time know that quite often I cite the observation of that great American author, Mark Twain, who said, history does not repeat itself, but it rhymes.

Poetry consists in a rhyming dictionary and things seen.

A rhyme doesn't make a song.

I want you to see that I'm looking. Look at me look at you. I'm cool with that.

You know, the music business is like the Lotto. Just put your numbers down and sometimes they hit, and sometimes they don't. There's just no rhyme or reason.

I don't rhyme right now, but I may ten years from now.

The fact that something is in a rhymed form or in blank verse will not make it good poetry.

We're rhyming; we're carrying the banner representing hardcore hip-hop to the death.

I was not born under a rhyming planet, nor I cannot woo to in festival terms.

I was always rhyming and doing it for the love before I found out I was gonna have children and when I found out, doing it for the love wasn't enough.

Back then all I cared about was rhyming and making beats. That was my trade, my hobby.

I've always loved rhyming. I love language.

I have my faithful rhyming dictionary that sits up there on my desk, but I have to tell you, there are very few new rhymes that I didn't think of. I often just go right through the alphabet in my head when I'm looking for a rhyme.

I have a lot of interest in interior rhyming; not just rhyming at the end of the lines, but playing around with rhymes within the lines, playing with where the syllabic emphases in the sentences are, lining those up at strange moments in the line of the song. I’m not sure if that comes across or not.

There was a rumor that Jesse Jackson was going to go over there to talk with the Taliban, apparently they were having trouble rhyming the word Jihad.

Then one can't make a living out of poetry? Certainly not. What fool expects to? Out of rhyming, yes.

Ever since roughly 1890, when snot poets first decided that rhyme was confining and unnecessary, every idiot with a pen fancied hisself a poet. The mere act of rhyming was suddenly regarded as a quaint, mannered, and uncool atavism, consigning doggerelists like me to the trash bin of literary history.

I don't have a problem rhyming "bar" with "car" - I do it all the time - but sometimes it doesn't feel right.

I aint choose to rhyme, Rhyming chose me.