Quotes About Ink

The first thing I noticed about her was that she had a smear of blue ink on her nose,' Vivi said. 'The second thing I noticed were her eyes, the colour of darkest amber. When she spoke, I was afraid she was talking to someone else.

I am at lessons in the palace grove, sitting in the long shadows of the late afternoon. The moon has already risen, a sharp crescent in the cloudless blue sky. I draw a star chart from memory, my ink a dark red that clots on the paper. It's blood, I realise. I am dabbing my quill into an inkpot full of blood.

In itself it is nothing. Nothing but a book: parchment, colouring, ink. Yet the most perishable material is at the same time the most durable substance in the world…

And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip someone's soul to shreds. She had wondered how she could feel so much pain and still survive.

I've got a vendetta to destroy the Net, to make everyone go to the library. I love the organic thing of pen and paper, ink on canvas. I love going down to the library, the feel and smell of books.

I work with pen and paper. That's my favorite way to write. I love the way the ink sinks into the wood, soaks into the wood pulp. There's something about that process that's so organic.

I love the smell of book ink in the morning.

Advertising is the ability to sense, interpret... to put the very heart throbs of a business into type, paper and ink.

International business may conduct its operations with scraps of paper, but the ink it uses is human blood.

Blood, Herr Reiss, can never be eradicated like ink.

Another steganographic system was still in use in the 20th century: Aeneas suggested pricking holes in a book or other document above or below the letters of the secret message. German spies used this very system in World War I, and used it with a slight modification in World War II—dotting the letters of newspapers with invisible ink.

If caught wearing white and you stain, stand and spread out your skirt, let the boys read into it shapes like blots of ink.

I have a great appreciation for body art.

A single bad habit will mar an otherwise faultless character, as an ink-drop soileth the pure white page.

Dicho del Profeta Tinta y sangre La tinta de los sabios es más sagrada que la sangre derramada por los mártires.

Tattoo the pristine flesh What is permanent anyway? This ink only lasts 'til the grave, Time will decompose That which we did compose.

I pour the pain into ink and write and write and write. The words paint pictures and I live Mr. Bass Carter's life through lines and pen. This, I know now, is story at its highest capability. It agitates us to genuine joy and tears. Within story, we are given a new soul, another's soul to try on like clothing, knowing we can shed it again should we choose.

A drop of ink can make a million think.

And little he knew of the things that ink may do, how it can mark a dead man's thought for the wonder of later years, and tell of happenings that are gone clean away, and be a voice for us out of the dark of time, and save many a fragile thing from the pounding of heavy ages; or carry to us, over the rolling centuries, even a song from lips long dead on forgotten hills.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling, like dew, upon a thought produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions think.

Beware, Morgane . You thought I wasn't dangerous? That chocolate was too sweet, too soft to rival your ink and your needles? Chocolate is an ancient art. It comes from very far away. And under the softness, the sweetness- it waits. And it is bitter.

If I could put my heart on paper and ink for you, I would have done it. Not because I'm crazy but to show you how much I love you. Wishing you a very Happy Birthday!

Noting that it would be a long trial, with many witnesses, I recall the old Chinese proverb, "The palest ink is better than the best memory," urging the jury to take detailed notes to aid them in their deliberations.

Gubble was left standing in a puddle of black ink and blacker confusion.