Chalk Quotes

Chalk Quote of the day

I chalk up the fact that I got diabetes to my body saying, 'Dude, you have been doing wrong for way too long!'

There is a chalk outline slowly being drawn around common sense and most people can't identify the victim.

Every time I say something they find hard to hear, they chalk it up to my anger, and never to their own fear.

Grace means we can put the chalk away and stop keeping score!

Don't talk the talk, if you can't walk the walk, Phony niggaz are outlined in chalk

A prettiness mummified by years of chalk dust.

People in Washington seem as hypnotized by precedence as though they were hens with their beaks on a chalk line.

All the American women had purple noses and gray lips and their faces were chalk white from terrible powder. I recognized that the United States could be my life's work.

There is no past or future. Using tenses to divide time is like making chalk marks on water.

It's very hard to self-motivate without someone standing over you snarling, ready to hurl the chalk at your head at the slightest slackening.

I was never a good-looking bloke. Not by a long chalk.

Want to know the best thing about being a professor? Colored chalk.

Just as chalk can be removed from a chalkboard, with sincere repentance, the effects of our transgression can be erased through the atonement of Jesus Christ.

Music is the chalk to the blackboard of life. Without it everything is a blank slate

Twin miracles of mascara, her eyes looked like the corpses of two small crows that had crashed into a chalk cliff.

When a bad experience happens, you just chalk it up to the great fact that you just got five more jokes in the show.

I love it when the dark bottle of night spills out, and the Moon writes in chalk about us.

The piano may do for love-sick girls who lace themselves to skeletons, and lunch on chalk, pickles and slate pencils, but give me the banjo.

There are times of great beauty on a coffee farm. When the plantation flowered in the beginning of the rains, it was a radiant sight, like a cloud of chalk, in the mist of the drizzling rain.

Instead of boiling up individuals into the species, I would draw a chalk circle round every individuality, and preach to it to keep within that, and preserve and cultivate its identity.

When one is five-and-twenty, one has not chalk-stones at one's finger-ends that the touch of a handsome girl should be entirely indifferent.

My favorite drawings at the Muhammad cartoon festival in Texas were the two chalk outlines out front.

But I listen to live recordings of things that I did back in the '70s and then how I've done things since. And there's no doubt about it: if I compare the two, it's like chalk and cheese.

My most memorable adventure was investigating the chalk cliffs in Yorkshire. While clambering over kelp-covered boulders half-covered by the sea, I fell and smashed my tail bone on one of them.

Girls in scripts are often pretty but brainless, or geeky and no one likes them, so it's great to find richer roles. Chalk and cheese aspects of people are very interesting to play.

When we draw on the tablet, the drawing shows up on the computer screen. If we have chosen to tell the computer that the stylist is to behave like a piece of chalk, or a pen, or a wet brush, it will.

This has been done elegantly by Minkowski; but chalk is cheaper than grey matter, and we will do it as it comes.

After we made love he took a piece of chalk and made an outline of my body.

Okay. Now you have to move your arms and legs.” “I know how to make a snow angel.” “Then do it! Otherwise, you’re more like a chalk outline at a police crime scene.

The bread I eat in London, is a deleterious paste, mixed up with chalk, alum, and bone ashes: insipid to the taste, and destructive to the constitution.

Have you ever had something happen to you that there was simply no explanation for? That you can't chalk up to a coincidence, or an accident, or even fate?

I hesitate to say because it sounds silly, but the first play I did was The Caucasian Chalk Circle by Brecht.

I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.

I don't think I'm good in bed. My husband never said anything, but after we made love he'd take a piece of chalk and outline my body.

The educated horse is a thinking horse, and it seems that he understands every now and then something happens that he must chalk up as a mistake and be done with it.

I was white. Chalk had more color than I did. And quite possibly more personality.

I'm happy and content in my life, and I chalk that up to wonderful parents and a wonderful God.

I guess it's better to have a chalk smile, than an ink smile. Where chalk changes with the direction of wind, ink stays as a deep stain. Like rain, sun and hail against a fake plant.

Is it better to have bronze than copper and tin separately? Is this the marker of some historic advance?