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Indelible, our last clues to a beautiful woman
Our finger prints don't fade from the lives we touch.
I think as an artist that's the best thing you can have - a personal stamp on something.
The marks humans leave are to often scars
As soft wax is apt to take the stamp of the seal, so are the minds of young children to receive the instruction imprinted on them.
Whether we like it or not, the people who raise us leave an indelible mark.
everything you do in life will leave a mark
Our finger print represents our unique identity and individuality.
Everything that ever walked or crawled on the face of the earth, swum the depths of the ocean or soared through the skies left its imprint here
Like a milk mustache, faint traces of you persist; love leaves evidence.
The people who imprinted us are not completely happy and they are not completely powerful. So naturally, we have to fight our whole life against that imprinting.
His cock is inked.
Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior.
A mark on one arm like the one I bore. Here, in this time, the mark of sorcery, the mark of a magus. The small, homely scar of a smallpox vaccination.
I'm permanent you can't erase me
Our scrapes and bruises, tattoos, scars, smiles, and wrinkles told our stories,
You went through hell and lived. That leaves marks
That erasure was the gift I gave myself.
You're burned into my mind forever
The marks human leave are too often scars
That's right, baby. Scratch me up. Make your mark. I wanna look at my body later and know who I belong to.
A mark.... is left when you complete your internal quest when you leave........
One can grow accustomed to carrying unseeable scars, as if the tattoo one wears is inked in flesh tone over flesh tone; but nevertheless one is still covered in secret, painted with secret, stained by it.
Every Mark does not make a Mark
In mysticism we have to take all the imprinting that has occurred to us and wash it. Then we need to be re-imprinted but in a different way. Without it, we don't survive.
Even now, after a lifetime of human companionship, I am hard-pressed to understand fully mankind's fascination with those little marks that they so carefully impress on sheets of paper.
He left his hoofprints burnt into my heart
Hard wooden stamp followed by the softer shoed footfall - and
She and her mother both gave that odd impression of having been outlined somehow, drawn with such vivid strokes and delicate detail that they stood out from their background as though they'd been engraved on it.
He is imprinted in my bones, my soul. He has marked me in ways more permanent than time.
The marks that humans leave, are too often scars.
Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers.
The mark was from the glue that once held a folder into which a library card would have fitted back in the day when dinosaurs roamed the earth and computers were the size of washing machines.
I specialize in what the French call la petite histoire. I am interested in the individual thumbprint.
The important people in your lives leave imprints. They may stay or go in the physical realm, but they are always there in your heart, because they helped form your heart.
Guilt leaves a tattooed heart.
She had a chain of blue forget-me-nots tattooed around her left wrist.
Neither in environment nor in heredity can I find the exact instrument that fashioned me, the anonymous roller that pressed upon my life a certain intricate watermark whose unique design becomes visible when the lamp of art is made to shine through life's foolscap.
Love is the biggest eraser there is. Love erases even the deepest imprinting because love goes deeper then anything. If you childhood imprinting was very strong, and you keep saying: "It's their fault. I can't change," you stay stuck.
The tattoo of the History is permanent; once a nation or a man is marked by this tattoo, erasing is impossible.
Or more accurately, since we were in the plane, our shadows figured as well inside the shadow of the airplane skimming over mountain and field. Which would mean we too were imprinted into the earth.
I could see where the faded ink intersected with its surface, half-absorbed but half not, rendering part of every word a mere whisper, the shadow left behind when all its thicker parts had rotted away.
Don't think it, ink it.
A scar is like writing on your body. It tells about something that once happened to you, such as a cut on your skin where blood came out. What
Engraving then, is, in brief terms, the Art of Scratch.
I want to leave a mark.
I was a Christmas present that was delivered unwrapped.
I rubbed my left forearm and hand, the entirety of which was now covered in swirls and whorls of black ink. Even my fingers weren't spared, and a large eye was tattooed in the center of my palm. It was feline, and its slitted pupil stared right back at me.
There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water.
A black semiplume, the barbs striped deep red, crossed her palm. She lifted it to her face, and her breath trembled the afterfeather. A perfect copy of the plume still burned into her arm, first a curse, now the only thing she had to prove that he had ever touched her.
Some friends leave footprints in your heart
Different Marks do different things. Some are permanent but the majority vanish when they've been used.
She was tattooed on every part of his body. Deeper, in his heart, his very soul. A permanent brand that would never wear off.
W are all carrying the imprints of our most ancient ancestors. Not simply in the genetic code, but in the imprints of attention that are passed on.
the wrinkled sleeve of the head
I am clouded and bruised with the print of minds and faces and things so subtle that they have smell, colour, texture, substance, but no name.
A book unopened alters not the ink on its pages. What is there is there.
Ink is forever. So is love.
I felt the kiss still there on my forehead. Literally. It was frozen there. I could still feel it. I wanted to bronze it, like people do with baby shoes. I wanted to mount it and hang it over my mantelpiece.
Every photograph is the result of a physical imprint transferred by light reflections onto a sensitive surface. The photograph is thus a type of icon, or visual likeness, which bears an indexical relationship to its object.
Every moment ... leaves a footprint ... sometime its visible ... sometime its not ...
The most interesting thing about a postage stamp is the persistence with which it sticks to its job.
In the moment of our creation we receive the stamp of our individuality; and much of life is spent in rubbing off or defacing the impression.
The teacher will have a certain imprint, and each teacher imprints differently. Ultimately the imprint of the teacher is a limitation that you will have to overcome in your final stages of knowledge.
I left my mark on that man.
Life leaves scars. Sometimes you don't see them until later. Sometimes you don't know where they've come from. Sometimes they fade before your eyes. But the world leaves its mark on us.
The one thing every creator wants to do, without question, is leave a mark.
The hint half guessed, the gift half understood, is Incarnation.
I'm afraid it will never be perfect again. I am indelibly stained. Forever redefined, but blurred around the edges.
Everything that comes by you has your name on it.-- Carolyn Wall
The itch of scribbling.
Your fingerprints are your fingerprints
what to say about the
prints of your inner being? They are going to be separate, unique, incomparable.
We have to make a mark, even if it's only a scribble.
His features were smudged and indistinct, as though a thumb had smeared itself across an ink drawing of a face. His
The universality of tattooing is a curious subject for speculation.
The marks on our lives are like music notes on the page
they sing a song.
I didn't have an identity. It was manufactured. My identity now? It was written on the wall by ancient forces.
Jake frowned and looked down at his identically dressed infant. "How do you know which one is which?"
"A father always knows," Big Tag said. "Also, I marked this one with a Sharpie. See, it looks like a tiny mole right behind her ear.
I've got tooth marks on my heart.
Technically, all tattoos are temporary, even permanent ones.
Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream
I knew the marks were never going to disappear. They were always there. Permanent in the deepest sense of the word.
Markings in dry clay disappear
Only when the clay is soft again.
Scars upon the self disappear
Only when one becomes soft within.
There was no hiding what we had been in here doing. It was all over him. I was all over him and he was most definitely stamped all over me. I loved it.
human handprint made about 30,000 years ago, on the wall of the Chauvet-Pont-d'Arc Cave in southern France. Somebody tried to say, 'I was here!
You didn't hurt me, babe," he said. "You marked me. Big difference. That night was the most important thing that's ever happened in my life. Holding you, catching Noah - it changed me forever. I didn't want to forget. So when the bruises started to fade, I went and got them inked, so I couldn't.
I like to maintain my collection as a provocative collection that makes people think. While certainly my stamp will be visible on Black Fleece, it is meant for a wider audience.
Sahara traced the ink with a trembling finger before she bent to press her lips to the tattoo, her touch tender, her eyes dark with emotion. "I've branded you".
"You did that a long time ago".
Ridges of his thumbprint. He touched me. As I said
I will carry a mark on my heart for the rest of my life.
impulses and instincts, id is immutable and everlasting.
Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
Tattoos ... are the stories in your heart, written on your skin.
I am like a drop of water on a rock. After drip, drip, dripping in the same place, I begin to leave a mark, and I leave my mark in many people's hearts.
In the center was a tiny handprint in red paint.
What the mind forgets
The scars keep remembering
You've already said all that. Don't embroider on it, but prove it!
In life, we leave a legacy to our children, we leave our footprints wherever we travel, and we leave our fingerprints on every heart we touch.
It's not the ink, it's the think.
Places grow to have meaning in your life from experience, from the process of connecting. The inevitable contemplation of commemorative tattoos follows.