Quotes About Blindness

blindness to fragility, selective memory, and absence of skin in the game.

their intuition getting in the way and blinding them.

Pero hay otros problemas que surgen de nuestra ceguera ante el Cisne Negro: a) Nos centramos en segmentos preseleccionados de lo visto, y a partir de ahí generalizamos en lo no visto: el error de la confirmación.

Drogo is obsessed and blinded by the possibility of an unlikely event;

He does not see . . . because his eyes are shut too tightly to know anything beyond his own anguish.

That's legally blind, I'm not legally blind Yes, she's illegally blind

But Greyson Tolliver does not know. He does not see … because his eyes are shut too tightly to know anything beyond his own anguish.

We are so limited. As a species. As individuals. Not only can't we see the future, we can't even see the present for what it is. We are too clouded by the things we want and the things we fear. But worse than any other blindness is that we can't see the consequences of our actions.

Your eyes, brilliant as shop windows Or as blazing lamp-stands at public festivals, Insolently use a borrowed power Without ever knowing the law of their beauty.   Blind

They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them.

Loš ukus stvara mnogo više milionera od dobrog ukusa. Na kraju, sve se svodi na to ko je pokupio više glasova. U zemlji slepaca ?ora je kralj.

Well-intentioned people are often blind to the results of their good deeds.

Few of us can hold on to our real selves long enough to discover the momentous truths about ourselves and this whirling earth to which we cling. This is especially true of men [and women] in war. The great god Mars tries to blind us when we enter his realm, and when we leave he gives us a generous cup of the waters of Lethe to drink. -- J. Glenn Gray, The Warriors: Reflections of Men in Battle

To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.

I remember I had to play a blind person once, and I did this stupid thing with my eyes, and I knew the minute I started it I'd made a mistake.

Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.

And Tracy was young, just twenty, still wet behind the ears, and the old blinders were on him so he couldn't really see what was around and he believed the bull about freedomofopportunity and a chancetorise and ifyoureallywanttoworkyoucanalwaysfindajob and ruggedindividualism and something about pursuitofhappiness.

though she could remember desire, she had forgotten how it worked; the clutch and helplessness that resided in the hands; how blindness was altered so that what leapt to the eye were places to lie down, and all else—doorknobs, straps, hooks, the sadness that crouched in corners, and the passing of time—was interference.

There were two rooms and she took him into one of them, hoping he wouldn't mind the fact that she was not prepared; that though she could remember desire, she had forgotten how it worked; the clutch and helplessness that resided in the hands; how blindness was altered so that what leapt to the eye were places to lie down, and all else - doorknobs, straps, hooks, the sadness that crouches in corners, and the passing of time - was interference.

The problem with constant becoming (especially in a protopian crawl) is that unceasing change can blind us to its incremental changes. In constant motion we no longer notice the motion. Becoming is thus a self-cloaking action often seen only in retrospect. More

First love is often blinding. ... The pure & sensuous joy of bodies falling into souls & hearts, & the delicious tumble of hearts that wraps us up inside of something that is often nothing more than a purely physical moment.

Our intuitive idea of the present, the ensemble of all events happening "now" in the universe, is an effect of our blindness: our inability to recognize small temporal intervals. An illegitimate extrapolation from our parochial experience.

In one way or another, all of us are blind to whatever privileges life has handed us, even if those privileges are temporary

Of course Sartre and Beauvoir were not alone in being seduced by Communism. Many of the Auden generation, on both sides of the Channel, had become infatuated with the socialist 'paradise', and remained blind to its atrocities.