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Ink Quotes (page 2)

John Clare quote: "Language has not the power tospeak what love indites: The soul..."
Language has not the power tospeak what love indites: The soul lies buriedin the ink that writes. John Clare
Margaret Atwood quote: "A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair..."
A hot wind was blowing around my head, the strands of my hair lifting and swirling in it, like ink spilled in water. Margaret Atwood
I like to watch his hands as he works, making a blank page bloom with strokes of ink, adding touches of color to our previously black and yellowish book. His face takes on a special look when he concentrates. His usual easy expression is replaced by something more intense and removed that suggests an entire world locked away inside him. Suzanne Collins
I bear my burden proudly for all to see, to conquer prejudice and ignorance and hate with knowledge and sincerity and love. Whenever you are threatened by a hostile presence, you emit a thick cloud of love like an octopus squirts out ink... William S. Burroughs
Don't you think, then..." Ian paused and leaned closer to me so that I couldn't seem to see anything around his face, just snow and sapphire and ink. "That maybe you should make the most of what time you have? That you should live while you're alive? Stephenie Meyer
C. S. Lewis quote: "Have you pen and ink, Master Doctor?"A scholar is never..."
Have you pen and ink, Master Doctor?"A scholar is never without them, your majesty," answered Doctor Cornelius. C. S. Lewis
Cornelia Funke quote: "My children were all made from paper and printer's ink..."
My children were all made from paper and printer's ink... Cornelia Funke
You say grace before meals. All right. But I say grace before the concert and the opera, and grace before the play and pantomime, and grace before I open a book, and grace before sketching, painting, swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing and grace before I dip the pen in the ink. Gilbert K. Chesterton
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 worl? Lion Feuchtwanger
As I work in the afternoon on committing to paper some of my morning's thoughts, I find myself just about to close on the knotty question of whether or not I believe in God. In fact I am about to type, 'I do not believe in God', when the sky goes black as ink, there is a thunderclap and a huge crash of thunder and a downpour of epic proportions. I never do complete the sentence. Michael Palin
Tom Clancy quote: "She didn't strike me as a "crossword in ink" kind of girl"
She didn't strike me as a "crossword in ink" kind of girl Tom Clancy
Stephen Fry quote: "Wine can be a better teacher than ink, and banter is often..."
Wine can be a better teacher than ink, and banter is often better than books Stephen Fry
The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown by a candle. Puffs of darkness sweep into the corners, and keep rolling through the room behind his chair. The air is silver and pearl, for the night is liquid with moonlight. See how the roof glitters, like ice! Over there, a slice of yellow cuts into the silver-blue, and beside it stand two geraniums, purple because the light is silver-blue, to-night. Amy Lowell
Umberto Eco quote: "I love the smell of book ink in the morning."
I love the smell of book ink in the morning. Umberto Eco
In a nervous and slender-leaved mimosa grove at the back of their villa we found a perch on the ruins of a low stone wall. Through the darkness and the tender trees we could see the arabesques of lighted windows which, touched up by the colored inks of sensitive memory, appear to me now like playing cards--presumably because a bridge game was keeping the enemy busy.... A cluster of stars palely glowed above us, between the silhouettes of long thin leaves; that vibrant sky seemed as naked as... Vladimir Nabokov

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