White Ink Quotes

#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. A light white, a disgras, an ink spot, a rosy charm.

Gertrude Stein

#3. An ocean of ink in a single drop,
Trembling at the tip of my brush.
Poised above stark white paper,
A universe waits for existence.

Lao-Tzu

#4. 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

#5. A single bad habit will mar an otherwise faultless character, as an ink-drop soileth the pure white page.

Hosea Ballou

#6. 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

#7. 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

#8. We are the ink that gives the white page a meaning.

Jean Genet

#9. His agility surprised Phoebe Ash. She saw the plaster cast on his right leg. Funny messages in ink - "Go break the left one, tiger!" - had been written on the off-white plaster.

Ed Lynskey

#10. 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

#11. 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

#12. The fairy poet takes a sheet Of moonbeam, silver white; His ink is dew from daisies sweet, His pen a point of light.

Joyce Kilmer

#13. 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

#14. White can be attained by blending all the colors of the spectrum together, or through the substraction of ink and all other pigments. In short, it is "all colors" and "no color" at the same time.

Kenya Hara

#15. 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

#16. What happens in a certain place can stain your feelings for that location, just as ink can stain a white sheet. You can wash it, and wash it, and still never forget what has transpired - a word which here means 'happened, and made everybody sad'.

Lemony Snicket

#17. Temptation was the color white. It was black ink, quivering at the point of a pen's nib.

Marie Rutkoski

#18. If all the earth were paper white / And all the sea were ink / 'Twere not enough for me to write / As my poor heart doth think.

John Lyly

#19. 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

#20. Being there doesn't mean I'm present. I exist only in words. I want to be transmuted fully to white page and ink.

David Joseph Cribbin

#21. Happiness writes in white ink on a white page.

Henry De Montherlant

#22. My page was too white
My ink was too thin
The day wouldn't write
What the night pencilled in

Leonard Cohen

#23. If caught wearing white and you stain, stand and spread out your skirt, let the boys read into it shapes like blots of ink.

Yannick Murphy

#24. The bookcase tipped and the book covers opened like wings over an underbelly of white feathers, dirty with ink.

Anthony Marra

#25. War soaks into your bones, drills down into the marrow like a parasite. It blots your life like ink spilled on snow white paper, and it has its perils even long after you've given it up.

Christopher Johnson