Blank page Quote by Michael Biondi Download Open image ““Our bodies were printed as blank pages to be filled with the ink of our hearts”” — Michael Biondi ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Blank page Body Body image Life lessons Lovers Tattoo Tattoos
“You know your heart and soul are stapled to that manuscript, but what we see are the words on the paper” — Teresa Nielsen Haydense Copy Share Image
“Know that blank pages feel the urge of the ink as much as tears paint a different pain, changes” — Goitsemang Sandra Mvula Copy Share Image
“Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windows… — Zeina Kassem Copy Share Image
“He saw the white paper as the great universe of nonexistence. A single stroke would give rise to existence within it. He could evoke… — Eiji Yoshikawa Copy Share Image
“I spill my heart on pure white pages, and let the ink dance and twirl into the splattered story of my soul.” — Liz Newman Copy Share Image
“I understand the fear that by losing contact with books on the printed page, we're somehow surrendering some aspect of our humanity, but that's… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Yet I am not writing with ordinary ink, but with red blood that drips from my heart. All its wounds long scarred over have… — Ritter von Leopold Sacher-Masoch Copy Share Image
“We let ourselves loose on that simple blank piece of paper, and our bodies spill. The terror, the love…embodying our stories page after page.… — Jamie Weise Copy Share Image
“Writing has been sewn into my soul and I'm afraid my thoughts have no choice but to be the truth to the story and… — Amber M. Royse Copy Share Image
“I'm merely dying to be remembered for simply writing about my living memories” — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
“Life is beautiful. Death is astonishing. And love is the just breaths taken in between” — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
“Why spend our time searching to feel reality, when it’s the times that don’t feel real that we remember forever?” — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
“I wanna make growing old with you the last poem I ever have to write” — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
“We are not from here, my dear. So: Let the flames take over our bodies, ‘cause I wanna merely burn with you. And we… — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
“Life is like facing two mirrors at each other: There is no beginning, no end. Just the beauty within the reflected infinity” — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
“They say time heals all, But time is our only enemy; breathe deep and find strength to smile tonight, for the morning may never… — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
“Life is like facing two mirrors at each other: there is no beginning, there is no end. Just the beauty within the reflected infinity” — Michael Biondi Copy Share Image
The acting background helped a lot when I started writing. I was training for it. In acting class they teach you about the stakes… — Carol Higgins Clark Copy Share Image
“As I stare at the blank page, I am at once awash inwords but unable to find the ones I want to use.” — Carrie Ryan Copy Share Image
Staring at the blank page before you, Open up the dirty window, Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find. — Natasha Bedingfield Copy Share Image
“One of the vital things for a writer who’s writing a book, which is a lengthy project and is going to take about a… — Roald Dahl Copy Share Image
Actually, who hasn't been through the ghastly experience of sitting in front of a blank page, with its toothless mouth grinning at you: Go… — Amos Oz Copy Share Image
“If you're a lumberjack, you know what to do. You see trees, and you still have a job! If you're a writer, you see… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
For years, when I was popular, I would face the blank page to write, and I couldn't think of anything that I thought was… — Leon Russell Copy Share Image
Writer's block.. when one curses the blinking cursor on the blank page. — Regina Brett Copy Share Image
“Why didn’t I become an architect? Answer: Because I thought the sheets of paper on which I was to pour my dreams were blank.… — Iain Borden Copy Share Image
