Quotes About Blank

The great appeal of the doctrine that the mind is a blank slate is the simple mathematical fact that zero equals zero.

I probably shouldn't say this about all animals, but at least the farm animals that I've hung out with, and even when I go to the zoo usually, they're like a blank slate. I guess that's why I like them. They're puppets, and you can imagine them being anything you want.

A white wall is the fool's paper.

But how you'd please me, night! without those stars Whose light speaks in a language I have known! Since I seek for the black, the blank, the bare!

As usual when asked to think of something, Malcolm's mind went completely blank.

Wyoming, to Annie, was represented by a blank, bleak space in her imagination. It was a place she could hide. The worst that could happen would be that she would sleep with Daniel and then get eaten by a wolf. She could live with that.

If [...] inspiration does not turn up then neither you nor they have anything with which to fill in the blank spaces. You have long stretches of nervous let-down [...], complete artistic impotence, and naïve amateurish sort of acting.

The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.

The human bones are but vain lines dawdling, the whole universe a blank mold of stars.

I have suffered a loss, Forrest, far greater than my legs. It's my spirit, my soul, if you will. There is only a blank there now - medals where my soul used to be.

The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.

I think that it's a space that there are a lot of projections onto—the soon-to-be sexualized and already-sexualized young woman. There are so many outside perceptions grafted onto her, that she feels all at once completely blank and completely full. I noticed that a lot in your book, as well, this repetition of a shallowness. But there is also depth in the constant repetition of this shallowness.

It does that to you, being a detective. You look at blank space and see gears turning, motives and cunning; nothing looks innocent any more. Most times when you prove away the gears, the blank space looks lovely, peaceful. But that arm: innocent, it looked just as dangerous.

What would it be like to be a white page, starting from the beginning with stories untold and memories unmade? To start with a blank slate and go from there?-Travis Thrasher, Broken

From 1909 to 1914, Lovecraft turned from adolescent to adult; but his life during this period is an almost utter blank. Apparently he sat at home, day after day, staying up most of the night and in bed all morning, reading voraciously, writing reams of Georgian poetry, and doing little else.

SBI securities trading terminal has gone whitewashed or blank at 11 am and it is a sign that market fall will take place now. Crook Brokers do it at the instruction of companies for their commission so that traders are not able to do transactions

A clean sheet of paper has no blotches," wrote Mao, "and so the newest and most beautiful words can be written on it, the newest and most beautiful pictures can be painted on it.

the sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child.

I often think of death. True. Suicide is a reasonable option. True. My sins are unpardonable. I stare at the question. My sins are unpardonable. I stare at the question. My sins are unpardonable. I leave it blank.

If men's minds were like dominoes, surely his would be the double blank.

Blank House was exactly a nice empty sheet where nothing was accountable because you were so naughty that you were in Blank House.

A sphinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined. Unknowable. Indefinable. Those were all the words Brandy used to describe me in my veils. Not just a story that goes and then, and then, and then, and then until you die.

Kaufman almost smiled at the perfection of its horror. He felt an offer of insanity tickling the base of his skull, tempting him into oblivion, promising a blank indifference to the world.

But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.