Quotes About Blind

An idea ran backward and forward in his head like a blind man, knocking over the solid furniture.

that we now existed in an apathy which was almost peace, like that of the blind unsentient earth itself which dreams after no flower's stalk nor bud, envies not the airy musical solitude of the springing leaves it nourishes.

My pride was stoned by blind men, my disillusion trampled on by beggars .....

My pride stoned by blind men and my disillusion trampled on by beggars.

When the market is just going up, up, and up, we all tend to be blind to the holes in the market. They're all papered over by the rise.

I was always pretty decent at fast stick work or doing stuff that seems impressive that's not really; I was pretty tasteful and had good ideas musically. But I had a terrible sense of tempo, which is like being a blind painter.

Love is blind but hate has telescopic sights

There is oppression in the world below: Earth groans beneath the yoke; yea, in her woe, She asks if the Avenger's eye is blind? Awake, O Lord, awake! Too long thy vengeance sleepeth. Holy One! Put thou thy terrors on for mercy's sake, And strike the blow, in justice to mankind!

Love is blind. My politics has been, too. I think you can fall in love with ideas, and you can fall in love with people. It's a very subjective experience. And I'm loyal to that experience.

The path of life is strewn with many perils and the folly of knowledge is one of the greatest dangers. Wisdom is a treacherous weapon, little master, for it is sundered from compassion. All too often the end of the journey gains more import than it should and the wise become blind to the road and the method of their passing.

hurry through the evening's last light to the homeplace, where the blind

I've often thought a blind man could find his way through London simply by gauging the changes in innuendo: mild through Trafalgar Square, less veiled towards the river.

Hatred is blind, rage carries you away; and he who pours out vengeance runs the risk of tasting a bitter draught.

They were blind to a cold fact of evolution…that progress stems from the clashing merger of antagonistic extremes, out of the marriage of pinnacle freaks.

the seventh day, a number that represents all that is good and all that is evil. There were seven heavens and seven deadly sins, for seven was the most magical number of all, the one that led to wisdom, even for those who would rather remain blind to the truth.

Even then Katya remained blind to the fact that as an adult she had ways of escaping her dilemma, that she could have separated from her husband.

Patriotism is as fierce as a fever, pitiless as the grave, blind as a stone, and irrational as a headless hen.

Patriotism is fierce as a fever, pitiless as the grave and blind as a stone.

The biggest obstacle to taking a bigger perspective on life is that our emotions capture and blind us.

Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles In children's circuses could stay their troubles? There was a time they could cry over books, But time has set its maggot on their track. Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe. What's never known is safest in this life. Under the skysigns they have no arms Have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost Alone's unhurt, so the blind man sees best.

Let him find no rest but be fathered and found, I prayed in the crouching room, by his blind bed, In the muted house, one minute before Noon, and night, and light. The rivers of the dead Veined his poor hand I held, and I saw Through his faded eyes to the roots of the sea. Go calm to your crucifixed hill, I told The air that drew away from him.

The despair among the loveless is that they must narcoticize themselves before they can touch any human being at all. They, then, fatally, touch the wrong person, not merely because they have gone blind, or have lost the sense of touch, but because they no longer have any way of knowing that any loveless touch is a violation, whether one is touching a woman or a man.

Justice may be blind, but she has very sophisticated listening devices.

Relaxing me from head to feet Love masters me, the bitter sweet O'er thy limbs breathing; Yea, Eros now, the god born blind Sweeps my soul like the mountain wind Through the oaks seething.