Quotes About Handwriting

And when he saw the letter, her first letter, the first bit of her handwriting, by his plate at breakfast, he seized it so quickly and turned so red that Lewes was painfully clear as to who had written it. Poor Chris. Cumfrit. Clutches….

I accuse the three experts in handwriting, Sieurs Belhomme. Varinard and Couard, of having made lying and fraudulent reports, unless a medical inquiry should prove them to be suffering from diseased sight and judgment.

I have terrible handwriting. I now say it's a learning disability... but a nun who was a very troubled woman hit me over the fingers with a ruler because my writing was so bad.

I've always preferred writing in longhand. I've always written first drafts in longhand.

I have always preferred paper and ink to a computer screen and I still write most of my lyrics by hand.

The drawings in 'Portal' were actually me scribbling that stuff... I had a funny moment when I realized that someone gotten 'The cake is a lie' tattooed on themselves. It was really interesting to see my handwriting tattooed on another human being. That... that's odd.

Clinton's version went on for eight pages in his tidy, nearly indecipherable hand, the runic words canting to the right as if into a headwind.

The equanimity with regard to my handwriting vanishes when I look at the corrections I make to a script...here my handwriting is big, childish, clumsy with no evidence of character and purpose... mine reverts to the all-over-the-place stuff I used to write while I was in the army and before I got to University... why I've no idea. But it is so.

That's another lie. That's not even his real handwriting. There is nothing about this boy that is neat and careful.

Que letra tan fea! Dijo papá un día disgustado. En todo caso, el único que podía leer aquellos poemas era yo, esa era mi intensión.

I write description in longhand because that's hardest for me and you're closer to the paper when you work by hand, but I use the typewriter for dialogue because people speak like a typewriter works.

My Best Bread, written out twenty or thirty years ago in her mother's strict, pointed hand, giving everything but the steps of the procedure. (A cook is not exactly a fool.)

In the firelight, Mother's elegant handwriting dances on the page.

Mathematics is the handwriting on the human consciousness of the very Spirit of Life itself.

The first draft of everything, I write longhand. One of the nice things about that is that it makes you keep going. If you write a bad sentence on the computer, then it's very tempting to go back and fidget with it and spend another 20 minutes trying to make it into a good sentence.

Handwriting, by contrast, resists the eye, reveals its meaning slowly, and is as intimate as skin.

Print is predictable and impersonal, conveying information in a mechanical transaction with the reader's eye. Handwriting, by contrast, resists the eye, reveals its meaning slowly, and is as intimate as skin.

Take painsto write a neat round, plain hand, and you will find it a great convenience through life to write a small and compact hand as well as a fair and legible one.

THIS NEW SWING looks strong. The knots are tied carefully. Inside the tire is an envelope. Gat's handwriting: For Cady. I open the envelope. More than a dozen dried beach roses spill out.

You may not be able to read a doctor's handwriting and prescription, but you'll notice his bills are neatly typewritten.

Seeing my father's handwriting puts me in contact with the man he was at each stage of his life.

Ahmed, who regarded himself as an expert on the works and handwriting of Borges, had accepted the book because he was confident that sooner or later he'd find a buyer: a learned fool or a swindler, in either case, a snob. Maybe he would sell it for a fortune one day. Maybe not. And maybe one day Severina will tear out some of her hair and scatter it over my body.

A nação não sabe ler. Há só 30% dos indivíduos residentes neste país que podem ler; desses uns 9% não leem letra de mão. 70% jazem em profunda ignorância

But there was no mistaking, even in the uncertain light, the hand, half crabbed, half generous, and wholly drunken, of the Consul himself, the Greek e's, flying buttresses of d's, the t's like lonely wayside crosses save where they crucified an entire word, the words themselves slanting steeply downhill, though the individual characters seemed as if resisting the descent, braced, climbing the other way.