Quotes About Blindness

I've always expressed my thoughts in color but we remain blind.

The blind eyes are dead. But we are our hope. (Les yeux d'aveugles sont morts. - Mais nous sommes notre espoir.)

The pride blurs us the eye.It is our alcohol. (L'orgueil nous brouille l'oeil. Il est notre alcool)

Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman.

Nothingever happened on this globe, for good, at which some people did not have their fill of laughter in the onset; and knowing that such as these would be blind anyway, he thought it quite as well that they should wrinkle up their eyes in grins, as have a malady in the less attractive forms.

As its silent track in the water disappeared, the prayer that had broken up out of his heart for a merciful consideration of all his poor blindnesses and errors, ended in the words, "I am the resurrection and the life.

Bolje je i nemati o?i nego ih imati tako zle!

I have said that Caleb and his poor Blind Daughter lived here. I should have said that Caleb lived here, and his poor Blind Daughter somewhere else - in an enchanted home of Caleb's furnishing, where scarcity and shabbiness were not, and trouble never entered. Caleb was no sorcerer, but in the only magic art that still remains to us, the magic of devoted, deathless love, Nature had been the mistress of his study; and from her teaching, all the wonder came.

We are only able to continue our ravaging of the planet under the cover of pretense. How is it that we as a society take no action, when the awful artifacts of our way of life on this planet lay strewn all around us? How is it that we continue to hurtle toward an obvious abyss? It is only because we have been rendered blind and insensate.

Pride never admits its failures. Instead, the prideful person continues to push forward, blindly seeking self-gratification.

Those in love are blind with open eyes.

Love blinds the eyes and only regret will open them.

Something is askew when our passion for the truth blinds us to other perspectives and to the grace to be able to differ graciously from others and learn from others who may see things very differently than we do.

Sometime perhaps you will learn that prejudice often blinds people to some of the rarest things in life. I often wonder if we don't miss out that way in trying to learn about God and things of the other world.

They become so obsessed with their supply that they ignore their friends, their jobs, the needs of their children, and their own health. Addicts are blind to everything but their own needs.

Elveszett a jöv?… Furcsa, mi? Ilyenkor fellázad a hús, de most nem fog… már az se lesz… Ez így fog rohadni szépen, fokozatosan, amíg nem születnek ifjak, és újrakezdik a forradalmat, ugyanolyan felemásan, hülyén, elvakultan, átgondolatlanul, félszegen, és majd belemennek a kompromisszumokba, mi mást is tehetnének… és megy tovább a tinglitangli…

Writing is writing what you cannot know before you have written: it is preknowing and not knowing, blindly, with words. It occurs at the point where blindness and light meet.

L.P. So your work must fight religion? J.H. No, not at all! It fights the unconsciousness, the blindness, that all myth creates about itself. You never can see the actual myth you are in or only through a glass darkly.

Folk wisdom observes that lovers are fools, lovers are blind; we also speak of a folie a deux because in this mutually projective state, the person is acting not out of a conscious relationship to reality, but out of the archaic and often overwhelming power of personal history.

There's no-one as blind as the fellow that won't see, if you know what that means.

An age is called Dark, not because the light fails to shine but because people refuse to see it.

And you're blind? Uh-huh, Iggy said, trying to sound bored. Were you born that way? No. How did you become blind, uh, Jeff, is it? Yeah, Jeff. Well, I looked directly at the sun, you know, the way they always tell you not to. If only I had listened.

Gazzy called over to me I can't see anything! I can't see anything either, Iggy complained. I'm rolling my eyes, Ig. I had to tell him that because he couldn't see me do it, what with his blindness and all.

He's gonna be fine," I confirmed. "Can we see him?" Iggy asked. "Ig, I hate to break this to you, but you're blind," I said, my relief making me tease him. "However, in a little while you can go listen to him breathe and maybe talk to him.