I had the unique experience the next day: placing sixteen bolts in a row. It was just blank and there was no way around. But it was a route worth bolting for, and after a time I began to take an almost perverse joy in it, or at least in doing a good job.
I knew the mass of men conceal'd Their thoughts, for fear that if reveal'd They would by other men be met With blank indifference.
Better to try all things and find all empty, than to try nothing and leave your life a blank.
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.
The Bible, undoubtedly, is a mixed bag. I don't see myself coming back to the Church. I do like the tradition. If you come from a strong culture, you can decide what you agree with and what you don't agree with. If you're given a blank canvas, it's almost harder in life.
Marriage is not for me. I tell you that I am Blank Verse. I am talent, and I do not rhyme with Love. I am talent and I do not rhyme with man.
We think of our eyes as video cameras and our brains as blank tapes to be filled with sensory inputs.
I don't even subscribe to writer's block being a truthful thing. I've had writer's laziness quite often. But I think it's all about sitting down and facing down the blank page and doing it, and I've always been ok at that.
The school as a means of education to me was simply a blank.
I try and reduce myself to an almost blank slate and hope to God that I am creative.
Something about first love defies duplication. Before it, your heart is blank. Unwritten. After, the walls are left inscribed and graffitied. When it ends, no amount of scrubbing will purge the scrawled oaths and sketched images, but sooner or later, you find that there’s space for someone else, between the words and in the margins.
. . Yet if today has no meaning, the past was a Blank and the future is a Chaos.
Here, too, a brand-new day is beginning. It could be a day like all the others, or it could be a day remarkable enough in many ways to remain in the memory. In either case, for now, for most people, it is a blank sheet of paper.
Your life is a blank, and you're barely a shade across it.
If you look at all the pictures of women in magazines, everybody's got a forehead that looks like a billboard. Completely blank.
All I have to do is keep my spirit, feelings and conscience like a sheet of blank paper, and let the Spirit and power of God write upon it what He pleases. When He writes, I will read; but if I read before He writes, I am very likely to be wrong
History is full of blank spaces, but good stories, invariably, are not.
Music is the chalk to the blackboard of life. Without it everything is a blank slate
Life is a blank canvas, and you need to throw all the paint on it you can.
Magazines are another medium I love, because 95% is simply based on 'How the hell are we going to fill all this blank space?