#blank

The abilities of man must fall short on one side or the other, like too scanty a blanket when you are abed. If you pull it upon your shoulders, your feet are left bare; if you thrust it down to your feet, your shoulders are uncovered. ↗

— Thomas Paine

#blanket #down #fall #feet #left

America is not a blanket woven from one thread, one color, one cloth. ↗

— Jesse Jackson

#blanket #cloth #color #thread #woven

Jazz can be a blank canvas full of possibilities. ↗

— Barbara Januszkiewicz

#blank canvas #canvas #full #jazz #possibilities

My eyes went blank, and I stared off, and the music started. It was raining, and the sun was shining at the same time, and there were these big bay windows, and there was the blue in the sky, and the sun on the trees, and it was drizzling. ↗

— Al Jarreau

#big #blank #blue #eyes #i

My job as an actress is to make things work and come up with reasons of my own and not just fill in the blanks for anybody else, you know what I mean? ↗

— Amy Adams

#anybody #blanks #come #else #fill

Wisdom is nothing more than confirmed imagination: just because one did not study for his exam does not mean that he should leave it blank. ↗

— Criss Jami

#confidence #confirmation #confirmed #creativity #error

No one ever died from sleeping in an unmade bed. I have known mothers who remake the bed after their children do it because there is wrinkle in the spread or the blanket is on crooked. This is sick. ↗

— Erma Bombeck

#because #bed #blanket #children #crooked

A football could be swapped out for a brick, to make family reunion football games more fun. But I’m calling it right now: I get to be quarterback.
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket-iq-test #brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #funny

Sleep with family is a napkin (nap plus kin), and I used a napkin as a blanket.
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— Jarod Kintz

#brick-and-blanket-iq-test #brick-and-blanket-responses #brick-and-blanket-test #brick-and-blanket-uses #funny

She glanced up at him, and in that moment he pulled his wet shirt over his head. She forced her mind blank. Blank as a new sheet of paper, blank as a starless sky. He came to the fire and crouched before it. He rubbed the water from his bare arms and flicked it in the flames. She stared at the goose and sliced his drumstick carefully and thought of the blankest expression on the blankest face she could possibly imagine. It was a chilly evening; she thought about that. The goose would be delicious, they must eat as much of it as possible, they must not waste it; she thought about that. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#graceling #katsa #po #imagination