Quotes About Blind

The only consequence of their (employee) silence is that the blind (employer) lead the blind.

There's a rainbow in the sky, all the time, don't be blind

Justice is blind until she gets the person that blinded her. Then it's payback time.

Death was pain and sickness, and terror of the long, blind, last step.

How easy it is when you like someone to be blind to the possibilities of ugliness in them, of weaknesses too deep to be passed over with tolerance.

Vengeance, blind and sterile and contemptible.

Maimouna was blind, but this is not to say that she was pitiable. Far from it. She held her splendid, smooth skinned body like some goddess of the night, her head high, her vacant glance seeming to contemplate an area above people, above the world.

Asmodeus! You don't see her, do you hear me? (Jericho) Completely blind, Minor Master. Hearing is intact. Is there anyone here besides the two of us? No? Good. I'm leaving now unless Minor Master has another preferably nonpainful task for me. (Asmodeus) You're dismissed. (Jericho) Cool beaners. (Asmodeus)

Paradise Lost is a poem. The old, blind bastard's trying to sing to you. Listen, as the Isley Brothers say, to the music. You must learn to do that before you can expect to understand. Slowly. Slowly. A few licks at a time.

Augustus, perhaps you'd like to share your fears with the group." My fears?" Yes." I fear oblivion," he said without a moment's pause. I fear it like the proverbial blind man who's afraid of the dark." Too soon," Isaac said, cracking a smile. Was that insensitive?" Augustus asked. I can be pretty blind to other people's feelings.

Oh, Fortuna, blind, heedless goddess, I am strapped to your wheel,' Ignatius belched, 'Do not crush me beneath your spokes. Raise me on high, divinity.

And now I will tell you. It is nearly two years ago since I have known Mr. Browning. Mr. Kenyon wished to bring him to see me five years ago, as one of the lions of London who roared the gentlest and was best worth my knowing; but I refused then, in my blind dislike to seeing strangers.

love Italy — I love my Florence. I love that 'hole of a place,' as Father Prout called it lately — with all its dust, its cobwebs, its spiders even, I love it, and with somewhat of the kind of blind, stupid, respectable, obstinate love which people feel when they talk of 'beloved native lands.' I feel this for Italy, by mistake for England. Florence is my chimney-corner, where I can sulk and be happy.

The present called for justice, not for nostalgia over another extravagant failure on the part of blind and incompetent white men.

Since the mind occupies so high a place in the scale of our beings, and since it is the most active of our inward faculties, ever working, then what a fearful state for the soul to be blind! John Flavel said it is "like a fiery, high-mettled horse whose eyes cannot see, furiously carrying his rider upon rocks, pits and dangerous precipices.

There are poisons that blind you, and poisons that open your eyes.

A good novel is one that shows the complexity of individuals, and creates enough space for all these characters to have a voice; in this way a novel is called democratic - not that it advocates democracy but that by nature it is so. Empathy lies at the heart of Gatsby, like so many other great novels - the biggest sin is to be blind to others' problems and pains. Not seeing them means denying their existence.

Loyalty is a noble quality, so long as it is not blind and does not exclude the higher loyalty to truth and decency.

I can see that you've been crying You can't hide it with a lie What's the use in you denying That what you have is wrong I heard him promise you forever But forevers come and gone Baby he would say whatever It takes to keep you blind To the truth between the lines Oh I will love you more than that I won't say the words, then take them back Don't give loneliness a chance Baby listen to me when I say I will love you more than that

Some readers allow their prejudices to blind them. A good reader knows how to disregard inappropriate responses.

I have my golden retriever now, Pontiac. He's a career-change guide dog from Guide Dogs for the Blind.

I feel like a blind man searching a dark room for a pair of black socks that aren't there.

I feel like a blind man searching a dark room. (Old Man Alone on Labor Day Weekend -- blog post)

he has this huge blind spot where other people have a sense of humor.