Ink Quotes

“Memory is more indelible than ink.”
― Anita Loos

“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”
― Vladimir Nabokov

“The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.”
― T.S. Eliot

“The ink of the scholar is more holy than the blood of the martyr.”
― Anonymous, القرآن الكريم

“Ink, a Drug.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Bend Sinister

“Featherweight by Suzy Kassem


One evening,
I sat by the ocean and questioned the moon about my destiny.
I revealed to it that I was beginning to feel smaller compared to others,
Because the more secrets of the universe I would unlock,
The smaller in size I became.

I didn't understand why I wasn't feeling larger instead of smaller.
I thought that seeking Truth was what was required of us all –
To show us the way, not to make us feel lost,
Up against the odds,
In a devilish game partitioned by
An invisible wall.

Then the next morning,
A bird appeared at my window, just as the sun began
Spreading its yolk over the horizon.
It remained perched for a long time,
Gazing at me intently, to make sure I knew I wasn’t dreaming.
Then its words gently echoed throughout my mind,
Telling me:

'The world you are in –
Is the true hell.
The journey to Truth itself
Is what quickens the heart to become lighter.
The lighter the heart, the purer it is.
The purer the heart, the closer to light it becomes.
And the heavier the heart,
The more chained to this hell
It will remain.'

And just like that, it flew off towards the sun,
Leaving behind a tiny feather.
So I picked it up,
And fastened it to a toothpick,
To dip into ink
And write my name.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“I think i should get love inked on my skin.
Maybe that's the only way i am destined to keep it.”
― Anjum Choudhary

“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.”
― Bruce Crown, Forlorn Passions

“I prefer the pen. There is something elemental about the glide and flow of nib and ink on paper.”
― James Robertson, The Testament of Gideon Mack

“The word love has always tasted like the scent of fresh ink and soft paper to me. Like a newly written poem.”
― Megan Hart, Tear You Apart

“...there was practically one handwriting common to the whole school when it came to writing lines. It resembled the movements of a fly that had fallen into an ink-pot, and subsequently taken a little brisk exercise on a sheet of foolscap by way of restoring the circulation.”
― P.G. Wodehouse, The Politeness of Princes and Other School Stories

“Inking is meditation in liquid form...”
― J.H. Everett, Izzy and the Candy Palace

“There is only as much space, only as much time,
Only as much desire, only as many words,
Only as many pages, only as much ink
To accept all of us at light-speed
Hurrying into the Promised Land
Of oblivion that is waiting for us sooner or later.”
― Dejan Stojanovic

“Brahma and Airavata

Long ago in lands of golden sand
Brahma turned to Saraswati
and gently kissed her inked hand....”
― Muse, Enigmatic Evolution

“And then another letter had come from Christopher, so devastating that Amelia wondered how mere scratches of ink on paper could rip someone's soul to shreds. She had wondered how she could feel so much pain and still survive.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Mine Till Midnight

“When the ink runs dry, you're most likely writing at the wrong angle.”
― Carolyn Shields

“like a drop of ink in a glass of milk”
― Thrity Umrigar, The Space Between Us

“The ink line drawing flowed the cursive journey,
created on paper canvas that brought the story to life.”
― Jazz Feylynn

“I’ll always be the yearning poet
Bleeding ink
Chasing stars
Drunk on dreams.”
― Melody Lee, Moon Gypsy

“Had I just made a date with a tatted up bat wielding miscreant?”
― Holly Hood, Ink

“The ink and the oil and the blood swirl into one another as though they were made to be together.”
― Alice Broadway, Spark

“There's a kind of passion particular to the written word which stays fresh long after the ink or even the writer's veins are dry. You could call it the sacred duty of the reader to keep that spark alive.”
― M. L. Rio, If We Were Villains

“Ink, dark as night, creates words, and as they are read, they become the little beads and baubles of the mind.”
― Suzanne Valtsioti

“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.”
― Holly Hood, Ink

“In psalm and parable, threats veiled in riddle. Such men of words and scrawled ink have always set his flesh crawling. The way they swept into a place like an ill wind, their words entwined in the Roman tongue, the spectre of damnation following them like a shadow.”
― Giles Kristian;

“Inks don’t forget. But with enough coaxing, occasionally they can be persuaded to forgive.”
― Sol Luckman, Musings from a Small Island: Everything under the Sun

“When that pen on that paper, feels so right, my spirituality grows.

what's your purpose?”
― Sahndra Fon Dufe

“Poets must first ponder themselves and learn to see the beauty within them to allow the beauty to spill out of them in ink on paper.”
― Jeffrey G. Duarte

“What are tattoos really, but scars of our own choosing?”
― Jeanette LeBlanc

“A shallow washi paper box, a gift from its maker, Wataru Hatano, never moves. Artist and craftsman, Hatano works in Kurotani, northern Kyoto, the traditional home of this soft, deeply matte paper, where the mulberry trees that go into washi-making are part of the landscape. The soft charcoal color of the box is achieved with layer upon layer of tannin derived from fermented persimmon. It is a box of treasure, where I keep my folding wooden ruler, brown Yama-guri ink and folding wire-framed spectacles. For some reason it also holds a sprig of dried roses from the garden, their petals faded to the color of belladonna.”
― Nigel Slater, A Thousand Feasts: Small Moments of Joy… A Memoir of Sorts