Ink Quotes
A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in water.
I feel like everything great that's beginning to happen in my career started with the 'ink' Paste Magazine gave me!
I remember when I was a kid looking at different types of film and really examining the grains of them. I remember even looking at the ink streaks.
They done Wrong Like ink from a busted pen Thrown away 'cause of someone else Used up But he come back Dressed in night Fine as a king With his queen The wrong Made right So right.
I have had sculptures cast in bronze, silver and aluminium. My drawings are all graphite or pigment ink and gouache on paper.
In 1991, I co-founded my first start-up, Ink Development, which made software for an early tablet computer.
He that would live clear of envy must lay his finger on his mouth, and keep his hand out of the ink-pot.
The telephone is the greatest single enemy of scholarship; for what our intellectual forebears used to inscribe in ink now goes once over a wire into permanent oblivion.
Digital ink technology holds substantial promise in terms of legibility, portability, and power consumption, but I am less confident about the communication aspect.
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.
When you are telling your story, hold your own ink pen. Don't let anybody else tell your story.
He hath not eat paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink; his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal, only sensible in the duller parts. (Shakespeare, Love's Labor's Lost, IV)
Write till your ink be dry, and with your tears Moist it again, and frame some feeling line That may discover such integrity.
Joy, you are my everything. You are everything that matters to me. Tell me that you understand. Tell me that you feel this, too.
I am feeling more. I feel everything more. I cannot express it. I can hardly keep track of it all. It is you! All you! Everything!
Never let me lose you, Ink. Never let me screw this up. And never think for one moment that I don't love you, need you or want you with me.
This assignment could damn well project all the words across my face and the ink stain my hands a gory mess before I finished it.
My heart's scripture tastes foreign in the mouths of cowards and on the tongues of those who have never breathed inthe moon and breathed out the world.
Oil may run out, liquidity may dry up, but as long as ink flows freely, the next chapter of Life will continue to be written.
Teachers' favorite color ink, splashed and dripped down his face a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising his life.
Is the undertaker joyous when his turn comes around? All those years holding the door open. To pass through - does it feel like a privileged?
He perched the bat on his shoulder, giving a nod that he understood I needed his help. With one loud yell and a couple swings of the bat, he cleared me another path.
O' melancholy, hectic chill for human soul, herewith dismal presence, any spirit does descent.
The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible
There are too many years around this table, too much time confined in one place.
Delighted, " Jess said. "I think all houses should be stuffed with books. It makes them--""Homes?" the doctor finished. "You are quite the heretic, for someone in a Library uniform.""Guilty.
To say she is only a woman is to say a violin is a piece of wood with strings, and Dante is mere ink printed on paper.
The pages afforded glimpses into my soul where I'd hidden it, behind masks of paper and ink.
If e-book readers were invented before print books, (petty things such as) the smell of ink would have been some people’s only reason for not abandoning e-books.
Maybe that's what I needed. Another tattoo. Some pain on the outside to ease the pain on the inside.
Know that blank pages feel the urge of the ink as much as tears paint a different pain, changes
Brahma and AiravataLong ago in lands of golden sandBrahma turned to Saraswatiand gently kissed her inked hand....
My tattoos, like most people's, were reminders, badges of personal experiences. Yes, I might wear them on my skin for the world to see, but their meaning was a little too personal.
