Quotes About Ink

There was also something about the smell of bookshops that was strangely comforting to her. She wondered if it was the scent of ink and paper, or the perfume of binding, string, and glue. Maybe it was the scent of knowledge. Information. Thoughts and ideas. Poetry and love. All of it bound into one perfect, calm place.

The properties of ink are peculiar and contradictory: it may be used to make reputations and unmake them; to blacken them and to make them white; but it is most generally and acceptably employed as a mortar to bind together the stones of an edifice of fame, and as a whitewash to conceal afterward the rascal quality of the material.

CONTROVERSY, n. A battle in which spittle or ink replaces the injurious cannon-ball and the inconsiderate bayonet.

The product of paper and printed ink, that we commonly call the book, is one of the great visible mediators between spirit and time, and, reflecting zeitgeist, lasts as long as ore and stone.

I've always subscribed to an old Chinese proverb that the palest ink is better than the best memory.

Think before you ink!

Good tattoos aren't cheap and cheap tattoos aren't good.

That's sort of the amazing thing about writing something down and then having it printed and published - it's frozen. It's there. It's set. It's in ink. It's done. Nothing changes it.

Push the envelope too far as a female artist, and you may only earn an ocean of ink expressing concern for your delicate constitution, amounting to a caution against playing on traditionally male wavelengths.

It was said of old Sarah, Duchess of Marlborough, that she never puts dots over her I s, to save ink.

Craig inscribed something in the journal and Bob walked over to study the entry. "Does the name Bob Ford mean anything to you? Craig dipped his quill in the ink bottle and scripted cursively on a brown blotter. "Is that your actual name or your alias?" "Actual," said Bob, and he grinned with delight when he saw the name recorded in Craig's elegant calligraphy. "Pretty soon all of America will know who Bob Ford is.

Madness," he said quietly, "is as a drop of ink in water. It sends sly tendrils from the afflicted person into everyone around until all are shaded in black. Soon one does not know who is mad and who is not.

Tristezas não são comigo. Entretanto, em rapaz — quando fiz versos, nunca os fiz senão tristíssimos. As lágrimas que verti então — pretas, porque a tinta era preta — podiam encher este mundo, vale delas.

Teachers' favorite color ink, splashed and dripped down his face a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising his life.

That is the problem with modern ink from a bottle. You do not have to think. You simply write what is swimming on the top of your brain. And the top is nothing but pond scum, dead leaves, and mosquito spawn. But when you push an inkstick along an inkstone, you take the first step to cleansing your mind and your heart. You push and you ask yourself, What are my intentions? What is in my heart that matches my mind? I

You can never be an artist if your work comes without effort. That is the problem with modern ink from a bottle. You do not have to think. You simply write what is swimming on the top of your brain. And the top is nothing but pond scum, dead leaves, and mosquito spawn. But when you push an inkstick along an inkstone, you take the first step to cleansing your mind and your heart. You push and you ask yourself, What are my intentions? What is my heart that matches my mind?

Can you read this ink, made of distilled Andalusian blood?

The life these words speak of is not worth the ink they are written in.... He now knows that the only words worth writing down arise when language is impossible.

I pointed to my left toe shoe, where I'd written (in red ink, with the calligraphy pen that no longer cursed me), 'For Becca, with love from Princess Aurora.

AFFUSION  (AFFU'SION)   n.s.[affusio, Lat.]The act of pouring one thing upon another. Upon the affusion of a tincture of galls, it immediately became as black as ink.Grew'sMusæum.

And don't miss Frank Otto, the world's most tattooed man! Held hostage in the darkest jungles of Borneo and tried for a crime he didn't commit, and his punishment? Well, folks, his punishment is written all over his body in permanent ink!

the Word of God we read is written not so much with ink as with the blood of the Son of God; or

Language has not the power to speak what love indites The soul lies buried in the Ink that writes

His features were smudged and indistinct, as though a thumb had smeared itself across an ink drawing of a face. His