#blots

I turn over a new leaf every day. But the blots show through. ↗

— Keith Waterhouse

#day #every #every day #i #leaf

My books were always full of ink blots, always stained and covered with smeared sketches and pictures, which one draws idly when his attention wanders from his task. ↗

— Pierre Loti

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A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog's ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins. ↗

— Charles Lamb

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The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. ↗

— Elizabeth Bowen

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Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. ↗

— Ambrose Bierce

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