Quotes About Ink

Love letter: an inky heartprint.

The hard journalism that covers greed and violence and malevolence — we would almost expect the ink to glimmer red, as does the spilt blood of mankind — but there it is, always staring back at us in cold, fact-black.

A poet cannot stop writing poems — an ink-stained soul compels his obsession.

Poetry is an inky soulprint.

A poet is a storm with a pen — splattering swashes of ink across the sky in bursts of fervor with words on fire whirling tempest-emblazoned rhyme

I bleed words, Ink drops, and Poetry merges— Blackish-crimson Autobiography

Ink kisses dripping crimson words and with blood-red lips leaves prints on her finest poetry.

Most collectors collect tangibles. As a quotation collector, I collect wisdom, life, invisible beauty, souls alive in ink.

Burn worldly love, rub the ashes and make ink of it, make the heart the pen, the intellect the writer, write that which has no end or limit.

We are not gods. We make mistakes. We do not live very long. Sometimes someone grinds ink, mixes it with water, arranges paper, takes up a brush to record our time, our days, and we are given another life in those words.

And he has pipettishly bespilled himself from his foundingpen as illspent from inkinghorn.

I remember as a child going to an exhibit about the Soviet Union, and every paper had this alien smell. The paper and the ink were all exported. It was like a piece of cheese from that country, you could touch it, feel it, smell it, and it was different.

Excellence is the best ink with which to make your mark in the world.

Love is divine ink: miracles are God's signature.

The brains are stained with ink The doctors dispute in a den of thieves The businessmen fast hands slow thoughts officiate in the graveyard The dialecticians exalt the subtlety of the rope

claimed to be the man who wrote a certain book – what was its name again? Inkheart. Fenoglio rubbed his aching back. Its title is Inkheart because it's about a man whose wicked heart is as black as ink, filled with darkness and evil. I still like the title.

The strongest memory is weaker than the palest ink. Chinese proverb, Die Weisse und die Schwarze Kunst

They let him in without a word, their prince's poet, the man who put their world in ink words, and had made it out of words.

All words are written in the same ink, 'flower' and 'power', say, are much the same, and though I might write 'blood, blood, blood' all over the page the paper would not be stained nor would I bleed. Philippe Jacottet, 'Chant d'en bas

Nothing can replace the feel of the paper against your fingers, the ink soaked up by paper, the sensation of turning a page with the wind rustling your hair, or the deliberate and intricate presentation of images and text that you can only get in the real world, on real pages. And few things can be as torturous as sitting in front of a computer screen for hours on end.

Well, so many words, because I can't touch you. If I could sleep with my arms round you, the ink could stay in the bottle.

Memory, all-night's bedside tattoo artist.

For someone who likes tattoos, the most precious thing is bare skin.

Tattoos are permanent and a lifelong commitment, the same as marriage.