Top 57 Quotes About Black Ink
#1. One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discolor everything like a drop of black ink in white milk.
Alice Munro
#2. Three words were scrawled in black ink at the bottom of the page: Find the necklace.
Lindsay Marie Miller
#3. Oh my God ...
Xhex's heart stopped as she looked at him in the mirror. Across his upper back, in a glorious spread of black ink ... in a declaration that didn't whisper but shouted ... in a billboard-size front with flourishes ...
Her name in the Old Language.
J.R. Ward
#4. I deliberately spilled the black ink of despair because my perfect soul was a stained glass illusion - can you understand that? ...
John Geddes
#5. When Patti Fox broke up with me, I typed her name over a thousand times on my manual Olivetti until the entire page was beaten into a stiff sheet of black ink.
Jack Gantos
#6. ... your writer of intensities must have very black ink, and a very big pen, with a very blunt nib.
Edgar Allan Poe
#7. In writing biography, fact and fiction shouldn't be mixed. And if they are, the fictional points should be printed in red ink, the facts printed in black ink.
Catherine Drinker Bowen
#9. I, sole heir to the Munodi line and memory, am childless. A friend who knows such things has told me that this explains my compulsion to capture what I can with black ink on white paper." ("The Volatilized Ceiling of Baron Munodi")
Rikki Ducornet
#10. I feel like everyone who sees me knows what I am. As if it is written on my forehead in bold black ink. Perhaps it is written on my soul, now, and they can see it in my eyes, those windows to my soul.
Jasinda Wilder
#11. I rubbed my left forearm and hand, the entirety of which was now covered in swirls and whorls of black ink. Even my fingers weren't spared, and a large eye was tattooed in the center of my palm. It was feline, and its slitted pupil stared right back at me.
Sarah J. Maas
#12. Temptation was the color white. It was black ink, quivering at the point of a pen's nib.
Marie Rutkoski
#13. from the poem: MANNEQUINS THAT SWEAT BLACK INK AND NEVER HAVE ANY FUN
If you put a twizzler in your ear it looks like your ear is vomiting blood.
Sam Pink
#14. I draw rainbows whenever I see them, with my black ink pen. When I have collected enough, I thought I might make a book called Black-and-White Rainbows.
Jason Polan
#15. The whole passage was underlined in bleeding, water-soaked black ink. But there was another ink, this one a crisp blue, post-flood, and an arrow led from "How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!" to a margin note written in her loop-heavy cursive: Straight & Fast.
John Green
#16. Ridge: Oh, and btw, I didn't write that on your forehead.
What? I run to the dresser and look in the mirror for the first time today. Written across my forehead in black ink, it says: Someone wrote on your forehead.
Colleen Hoover
#17. Only the ship is made of books, its sails thousands of overlapping pages, and the sea it floats upon is dark black ink.
Erin Morgenstern
#18. Some people have the Midas touch, other's dip their fingers in sticky, permanent black ink, Smudged. Unlucky.
Amy Matayo
#19. I ran my fingers over the black ink. "They're holy to you."
Alex flexed his fingers. "They are now.
Laura Bickle
#20. Black ink was always my favorite. I loved it. And then one day I realized that the only thing I ever wanted to do was to paint.
Pierre Soulages
#21. Hatred is always a sin, my mother told me. Remember that. One drop of hatred in your soul will spread and discolor everything like a drop of black ink in white milk. I was struck by that and meant to try it, but knew I shouldn't waste the milk.
Alice Munro
#22. I will say it one last time: Demonation! The feeling of it! There are no words -how can there be?- to describe what it feels like to become words, to feel your life encoded, and laid out in black ink on white paper. All my love and hatred, melted into words. It was like the End of the World.
Clive Barker
#23. I love your hair. It's like a waterfall of black ink," he utters softly.
Petra F. Bagnardi
#24. Fool! Nothing but black ink runs through my veins!
Hiromu Arakawa
#25. I feel as if I can think only when I see the words flowing from the nib of my quill, that my thoughts make sense only when they are black ink on cream paper. I love the sensation of a thought in my head and the vision of the word on the page.
Philippa Gregory
#26. This card entitles the holder to unlimited admission
is imprinted on one side in black ink, and on the reverse it reads:
Le Cirque des Reves
and in smaller letters beneath that:
Chandresh Christophe Lefevere, Proprietor
Erin Morgenstern
#27. A very loud popping sound echoed across the seminar room. Each graduate student gazed in complete and utter shock as they realized that Professor Emerson had snapped the whiteboard marker in two. Black ink spread across his fingers like a starless night, and his eyes ignited into an angry blue fire.
Sylvain Reynard
#28. The tears and the pain all but blinding her, she forced open her eyes one more time, to a curtain of dark hair; to a waterfall of black ink spilling across the last page of her life.
No.
I'm not nothing.
I was loved.
Renee Ahdieh
#29. I always loved to paint. As a kid, I liked to dip my paintbrush in black ink. They gave colors to me to use, but I didn't like them very much.
Pierre Soulages
#30. When I was five I learned to read. Books were a miracle to me - white pages, black ink, and new worlds and different friends in each one. To this day, I relish the feeling of cracking a binding for the first time, the anticipation of where I'll go and whom I'll meet inside.
Jennifer Weiner
#31. Sometimes I still forget to look for the gentler parts of her. For so long all I saw was the strength, standing out like the wiry muscles in her arms or the black ink marking her collarbone with flight.
Veronica Roth
#32. We go hard in the ink!
K'wan
#33. Unable to help herself, she traced the tat, startled by the black and red ink mixed together. But it was the dragon design itself that made her skin prickle with awareness, appreciation. Soul-sucking desire.
Donna Grant
#34. Madness," he said quietly, "is as a drop of ink in water. It sends sly tendrils from the afflicted person into everyone around until all are shaded in black. Soon one does not know who is mad and who is not.
Lynn Cullen
#35. All writers pen sad stories to garner sympathy, writing is after all for the abandoned of the society: the ink-leech, spewing black blood and sucking innocent souls.
Aporva Kala
#36. The darkness has ink eyes, and if you stare long enough, you're going to see it blink black. That's the moment to start writing.
Jarod Kintz
#37. The door opens and my new neighbor is a vampire. He's nearly a foot taller than me. Unruly ink-black hair, and a face made of knife angles. If I were obnoxious, I might use the term shockingly attractive . Or terrifyingly handsome . Holy mother of balls would also be an option.
Eva Morgan
#38. She focused on that nothingness, imagined it as ink spilling over everything she could possibly think or feel.
Marie Rutkoski
#39. I try to walk around without being noticed but I can't help attracting attention with my pink Mohawk, black clothing and steel toes, and often I'm with Holly and we're both tall and arrogant.
Jo Treggiari
#40. My mother always said I must be part Mongolian because of my lotus-pale complexion and squid-ink black hair.
Diane Ackerman
#41. We have seen each other. You just weren't looking.
Herbs Navasca
#42. A very good drink they call Chaube that is almost as black as ink and very good in illness, especially of the stomach. This they drink in the morning early in the open places before everybody, without any fear or regard, out of clay or China cups, as hot as they can, sipping it a little at a time.
Leonhard Rauwolf
#43. Yet the ink on the page was ancient, faded. (...) Fresh iron-gall ink was as black as Beelzebub's beards.
Karen Maitland
#44. The soft black talc blew through the streets like squid ink uncoiling along a sea floor and the cold crept down and the dark came early and the scavengers passing down the steep canyons with their torches trod silky holes in the drifted ash that closed behind them silently as eyes.
Cormac McCarthy
#45. In the printed page the only real things are the paper and the ink; the white spaces play the same part in aiding the eye to take in the meaning of the print as do the black letters.
John Burroughs
#46. Startled, I accidently knock over my inkwell. A black tsunami of ink sprawls out across the page, engulfing the tiny village of my words. They are swept away into the midnight sea. Gone forever. I am bereft.
Danger Slater
#47. I lifted my Bible in one hand and with my other scooped up all the papers on my adoption. Both hands held paper that contained words printed in black and white ink. Both contained facts. Yet only one held the truth. I had to choose which of these documents I would entrust with my life.
Christine Caine
#48. Kennedy: You mean it's not a matter of good deeds versus bad deeds, a kind of moral bookkeeping? Lewis: No indeed. Look at the thief on the cross. He made it to paradise even though his life's red ink certainly outweighed the black. Kennedy:
Peter Kreeft
#49. AFFUSION (AFFU'SION) n.s.[affusio, Lat.]The act of pouring one thing upon another. Upon the affusion of a tincture of galls, it immediately became as black as ink.Grew'sMusaeum.
Samuel Johnson
#50. Silence itself seemed to flow from him like a dark tide, black and thick as ink. It chilled her bones.
Cassandra Clare
#51. Nothing is more satisfying to me than sitting in a dank room, hunched over a single flickering candle like Ebenezer Scrooge, and watching my ledgers fill themselves with ink.
Michael Ian Black
#52. I clench my teeth and push forward. My pen grinds out the first and eldest word: an Ink-borne lance of black fire, scratched into a sheet of ice.
-The Penitent God
S.G. Night
#53. I have designed my style pantomimes as white ink drawings on black backgrounds, so that man's destiny appears as a thread lost in an endless labyrinth. I have tried to shed some gleams of light on the shadow of man startled by his anguish.
Marcel Marceau
#54. A book unopened alters not the ink on its pages. What is there is there.
J.R. Ward
#55. Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream
Sylvia Plath
#56. Islamic history is written in two types of ink. Black for the ink of the scholars and red for the blood of the martyrs!
Me
#57. Black-on black crime' is jargon, violence on language, which vanishes the men who engineered the covenants, who fixed the loans, who planned the projects, who built the streets and sold red ink by the barrel.
Ta-Nehisi Coates
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