Handwriting Analysis Quotes

...there was practically one handwriting common to the whole school when it came to writing lines. It resembled the movements of a fly that had fallen into an ink-pot, and subsequently taken a little brisk exercise on a sheet of foolscap by way of restoring the circulation.

Signatures of all things I am here to read.

Most people enjoy the sight of their own handwriting as they enjoy the smell of their own farts.

And if I had not a letter to write myself, I might sit by you and admire the evenness of your writing, as another young lady once did. But I have an aunt too, who must not be longer neglected.

Her killer wrote a note on that stationary." "A note." Now Renquist's eyebrows lifted. "Well. That was rather arrogant of him, wasn't it?

Handwriting is civilization's casual encephalogram.

But when I took up my pen, my hand made big, jerky letters like those of a child, and the lines sloped down the page from left to right horizontally, as if they were loops of string lying on the paper, and someone had come along and blown them askew.

He read the letter again, but could not take in any more meaning than he had done the first time and was reduced to staring at the handwriting itself. She had made her g's the same way he did : he searched through the letter for every one of them, and each felt like a friendly little wave glimpsed from behind a veil. The letter was an incredible treasure, proof that Lily Potter had lived, really lived, that her warm hand had once moved across this parchment, tracing ink into these letters, these words, words about him, Harry, her son.

I saw that bad handwriting should be regarded as a sign of an imperfect education.

A signature always reveals a man's character - and sometimes even his name.

You can tell a lot about a person by their handwriting.

Some persons' letters seem almost framed to afford a series of alibis for their personality.

Handwriting is more connected to the movement of the heart.

I don't know how to type so I handwrite everything.

There was no mistaking, even in the uncertain light, the hand, half crabbed, half generous, and wholly drunken, of the Consul himself, the Greek e's, the flying buttresses of d's, the t's like lonely wayside crosses save where they crucified an entire word.

Gansey studied Adam's erratic handwriting. His letters always looked like they were running from something.