As a writer, if you have something on a page, you can start moving it around and get something you like. But if you have a blank page, it's just gonna be a blank page.
. . Yet if today has no meaning, the past was a Blank and the future is a Chaos.
When I model, I pretty much blank. You can't think too much or it doesn't work.
Of all the wonderful things in the wonderful universe of God, nothing seems to me more surprising than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof. Take that Poppy seed, for instance: it lies in your palm, the merest atom of matter, hardly visible, a speck, a pin's point in bulk, but within it is imprisoned a spirit of beauty ineffable, which will break its bonds and emerge from the dark ground and blossom in a splendor so dazzling as to baffle all powers of description.
Of all false assertions that ever went into the world under the banner of a great name and the mail armor of a well-turned phrase, Locke's comparison of the mind to a blank sheet of paper appears to me among the most untrue.
No, I don't autograph blank slips, checks, or stickers, and certainly no books without me in them.
You can sit in front of a computer and have a blank slate and be completely overwhelmed by the possibilities and not get anywhere.
The school as a means of education to me was simply a blank.
I like Stallone, because he writes. He sits down with a blank page and comes up with another Rambo movie. That isn't very easy for anybody. He's made it successful on top of that.
We're not blank slates. What we've done, what we've survived all go into us.
Your life is a blank page. You write on it.
Whenever I finish a book, I start with a blank slate and never have ideas lined up.
We are here to inscribe ourselves on the universe, and it is not inappropriate to remind ourselves of this when blank slates are given us.
But to me, the most important page in my daughter's book is the last one - because it's blank. It says 'Your Hero's Photo Here,' and 'Your Hero's Story Here. '
A blank piece of paper is God's way of telling us how hard it is to be God.
Happy the people whose annals are blank in the history books!
He's looking at me as if the whole world waits for my next breath, with an intensity that makes my heart pound and my palms sweat and then he smiles, a sweet curve of his mouth, and my breath catches, but then I freeze because there is something about it, something beyond it that I know, that makes my mind go blank with fear and pain.
History is full of blank spaces, but good stories, invariably, are not.
Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever. The ever after, what precisely was that? Your dreams, your life, your death, your everything. Was it the blank space that went on without us? The forever after we were gone?
I fear if I cannot think again, if my mind suddenly goes blank. It will be embarrassing.