Quotes About Blindness

You don't know what you are writing. You're like a painter who has gone blind to his work. Go out. Get on your bicycle. You need movement, rest.

Être aveugle pour se croire heureux. Croire qu'on y voit clair pour ne pas chercher à y voir puisque : L'on ne peut se voir que malheureux.

At its worst, privilege is blindness, allowing us to blithely go on in our god playing, not even aware of the insults to image bearers that happen under our noses every day.

The powerful have a hard time seeing their own power and its effects. We do not see when our exercise of power is cutting off life and possibility for others; we do not see the ways others are resisting or undermining our own power.

At its worst, privilege is blindness: Amid the vast literature on race and privilege, one especially useful book from a Christian perspective for those from the dominant culture is Paula Harris and Doug Schaupp, Being White: Finding Our Place in a Multiethnic World (Downers Grove, IL: InterVarsity Press, 2004).

People should fall in love with their eyes closed. Just close your eyes. Don't look and it's magic

La gente debe enamorarse con los ojos cerrados.

People should fall in love with their eyes closed. Just close your eyes. Don't look.

Love beckons with a rare bouquet. Love demands you drink of it. And then love burns the tongue, the senses. Love blinds. Love maddens. Love separates reason from thought. Love kills. Love is methyl alcohol pretending to be ethyl alcohol.

Night would settle in like slow blindness

Self-love is often rather arrogant than blind; it does not hide our faults from ourselves, but persuades us that they escape the notice of others.

ABLEPSY  (A'BLEPSY)   n.s.[   Gr.] Want of sight, natural blindness; also unadvisedness.Dict.

Blind, materialistic leaders guide the blind masses, and everyone is falling into the ditch of repeated birth and death.

But the blind did not go around very much. They sat, and didn't seem to have any conversation, and soon you were aware of leisure gone bad. I had learned something of this during Einhorn's days of dirty mental weather. Or of the soul, not the mind, the sick evil of not even knowing why anything should ail you since you're resigned to accept all conditions.

So man, amongst his fellow brutes expos'd, See's he's a king, but 'tis a king depos'd; Pity him, beasts! you by no law confin'd, Are barr'd from devious paths by being blind.

And there is another thing he has in mind like a grave Sienese face a thousand years would fail to blur the still profiled reproach of. Ghastly, with open eyes, he attends, blind. All the bells say: too late. This is not for tears; thinking.

Each of us thinks we have just cause for elevating ourselves and despising all others in comparison to ourselves—our self-love ruins us with such blindness. If, in fact, God has gifted us with something that is good in itself, we immediately make it the basis for praising ourselves to such a degree that we not only swell up but almost burst with pride.

All have been blind to the light, deaf to admonitions, and hardened against the commandments.

We are all so blinded and upset by self-love that everyone imagines he has a just right to exalt himself and to undervalue all others in comparison to self.

Men will not turn to Christ for light until they know this world as darkness and themselves so profoundly blind. Let

Jesus stepped into our blindness. He moved fully into our darkened state of mind and turned the lights back on. Not turning His Father toward us, but turning us back to His eager loving face that had always been set like flint to redeem us. "All this is from God, who reconciled us to Himself through Christ …" (2 Cor. 5:18).

It's the sensation that all intentionality and will is being drained from the world, all consciousness, that there is nothing in earthly activity but malign blind indifference; that even the willed behavior of persons, speaking, thinking, doing, is only mechanical ticks and tocks. Finally that they cannot even be heard or seen, because all eyes are blind, all ears are stopped. My own consciousness the only one existent to know this.

For just a little while, in all our lives, we're granted brief glimpses at the way things really operate. In those times, we learn the hardest lessons. To coin a few phrases, there are none so blind as those who will not see... and sometimes, the sweetest kittens have the sharpest claws.

A blind figure never can be a reliable and authentic eyewitness and evidence; however, stay silent since justice is blind too.