Inky Quotes

#1. The stars cut into the inky black sky, like glinting shards of glass.

Kelly Barnhill

#2. Mainland Wales, was somewhere before us but only dimly visible, an inky smudge squatting along the far horizon.

Ransom Riggs

#3. Then slowly, as his erratic shape approached the next guttering aura he would begin by degrees to become a silhouette, until immediately before the candle he would for a moment appear like an inky scarecrow, a mantis of pitch-black cardboard worked with strings.

Mervyn Peake

#4. Trees surrounded them from all sides, casting long inky shadows that would, at another time, have been scary. But there was no point in being scared of what might be lurking in the shadows when the biggest bad, of all big bads, was gazing at her intently.

Caroline Hanson

#5. As one does the return of sun after winter, I stood still and accepted the warm glow of possibility, of feeling right in the company of this small, oddly fierce person, with the inky hair and the lovely, unemphasized body.

Jeffrey Eugenides

#6. The baby turtles are turning away from the ocean. It's easy to see why. The black waves lap up the moonbeams, and the starlight on the inky surface of the water gives off such a pale glow when you compare it to the megawatt flashlights that Raffy is swirling in hypnotic circles.

Karen Russell

#7. No man has ever appreciated the gospel until the law has first revealed him to himself. It is only against the inky blackness of the night sky that the stars begin to appear, and it is only against the dark background of sin and judgment that the gospel shines forth.

John Stott

#8. Books may look like nothing more than words on a page, but they are actually an infinitely complex imaginotransference technology that translates odd, inky squiggles into pictures inside your head.

Jasper Fforde

#9. Television was soon to eclipse print's inky cloud with its magnetic flare of electrons, pulling millions from their reading chairs to the viewing couch.

John Updike

#10. The postgrad at least knew enough to know that he would never know enough, lying under the stars which hung from the inky sky like bunches of inconceivably heavy, lustrous grapes, dusted with the yeast of eternity.

Will Self

#11. And an inky-colored despair of rejection enveloped me like the black tortilla of depression around a pain burrito.

Christopher Moore

#12. But his study was so dim and close, and it gave off the salty inky smell of mental fidgeting.

Anne Tyler

#13. I succumbed anyway, drifting in an inky ocean and lulled to sleep by a killer.
My killer.

Skye Warren

#14. What they would see first would be a darkening of the sky in the east - a change from empty blue to a grey-white that would gradually shade into a heavy, inky purple. And then there would be a wind - the wind that preceded a storm and carried the smell of rain on its breath.

Alexander McCall Smith

#15. In a sort of slow flash, Henrietta had her first open view of Paris - watery sky, wet light, light water, frigid, dark-inky buildings, spans of bridges, trees. This open light gash across Paris faded at each end. It was not exactly raining.

Elisabeth Bowen

#16. Tinker wrote neatly, though his spelling was not good, Ruth's recipes would never fail for confusion between 'add sugar' and 'seethe', but Jane's writing looked like an intoxicated inky spider had staggered across the page on the way to the bar for another drink. Which it really didn't need.

Kerry Greenwood

#17. Above our heads, the stars flare and glitter and flash: thousands and thousands of them, so many thousands they look like snowflakes whirling away into the inky dark.

Lauren Oliver

#18. Without water, our planet would be one of the billions of lifeless rocks floating endlessly in the vastness of the inky-black void.

Fabien Cousteau

#19. Last year, they curled their inky arms around me until my Technicolor world became crackling gray static. Until I felt nothing but blankness.

Emery Lord

#20. I can see the Milky Way. It's like the smudge of a cosmic giant's fingerprints on the inky black sky. And stars - so many millions and millions of them that, if I let my eyes unfocus for a bit, they too become a smear in the sky.

Neel Mukherjee

#21. They're my children, my inky children, and I look after them well.

Cornelia Funke

#22. All over town kids lay awake & wondered: Am I smart enough, pretty enough, strong enough, tall enough? If our fears were smoke, the town would be covered night & day by an inky pall.

Ron Koertge

#23. When my cousin Anil-da started telling us what he'd heard at the market about the groom's family, at my aunt Moina-pehi's wedding in January 2002, his eyes shone like inky marbles reflecting sunlight.

Aruni Kashyap

#24. It was dark inside the apartment, the lights were dimmed completely and the sky outside the bay window was a starless void. It was as though the apartment itself existed within its own empty, inky black bubble.

Charles Hash

#25. History is the lie. History's words stain otherwise pristine books, drops of inky poison frosted in sugared deception.

Courtney M. Privett

#26. The night it falls
The stars shine through
The inky black
That is the cue
For plot demands
That dreams be sown
The fantasies
I have alone
The words come fast
They flow like wine
I am the midnight writer...

Virginia Alison

#27. You know what a fan letter is - it's just an inky raspberry.

Bob Hope

#28. Gabriel followed my gaze. "From up on high, I see things that can't be random - shapes, designs, clues - all the time." I blinked again. From here, those white stacks kind of looked like stars in an inky sky. "Empress, I have the senses of both angel and animal, and I recognize the gods' return.

Kresley Cole

#29. On a cloudless night, inky dark, with only a rind of a moon above, the Golem and the Jinni went walking together along the Prince Street rooftops.

Helene Wecker

#30. There is, some say, in God a deep but dazzling darkness . . . That was it, exactly: an inky darkness that was also full to brimming with light.

Eben Alexander

#31. The road to Manderley lay ahead. There was no moon. The sky above our heads was inky black. But the sky on the horizon was not dark at all. It was shot with crimson, like a splash of blood. And the ashes blew towards us with the salt wind from the sea.

Daphne Du Maurier

#32. All books are in safe hands with me. They're my children, my inky children, and I look after them well. I keep the sunlight away from their pages, I dust and protect them from hungry hookworms and grubby human fingers.

Cornelia Funke

#33. The moon hung heavy over the lake like an overripe orange, trickling its golden stream of light across inky depths.

Julie Lessman

#34. The horizon was indistinguishable from the inky black, which fell upon the desert like a sorcerer's mantle shot through with diamonds. The stars were so tiny, so far away, and yet, at the moment, with her fingers curled around his, he almost felt as though he could reach up and snag one by the tail.

V.S. Carnes

#35. But there, in the inky dark, half drunk from lack of sleep, with the fire and the endless sea and infinite sky, with the sounds of the music in our ears...and my heart bursting this something I couldn't quite identify, I just needed to dance.

Jojo Moyes

#36. Night had fallen, and the first stars had winked their way into existence, twinkling against a palette of inky purples, deep reds, and one last slice of pearly, light-infused blue.

Lauren Myracle

#37. Sun drifts, moon breaches, cool air whispers into the night. Tears fall, arms comfort, birds in the distance take flight. Waning crescent, smother my cries, take me up to the inky skies." She

Melissa Foster

#38. When the inky blackness above shades to a deep blue and the stars lose their hard edge and begin to seem unreal, she rises, wrapping the thin sheet about herself, and steps outside into the morning chill.

Leonard Pitts Jr.

#39. Who of English speech, bred to the traditions of his race, does not recognize Hamlet in his 'inky cloak' at a glance? Not to know him would argue one's self untaught in the chief glories of his language.

George Edward Woodberry

#40. Wind as old as Rome outside my window, inky fleece clouds against charcoal crushed velvet skies, fall feels soulful, like a LaBelle octave.

Brandi L. Bates