Quotes About Blindness

Moral: Attachment is blinding; it lends an imaginary halo of attractiveness to the object of desire. "A

Another early memory is my wish for an ugly dog belonging to a neighbour. I kept my household in turmoil for weeks to get that dog. My ears were deaf to offers of pets with more prepossessing appearance. Moral: Attachment is blinding; it lends an imaginary halo of attractiveness to the object of desire. "A

in my experience men are curiously blind to aggression in women. They're the warriors, with their helmets and armour, their swords and spears, and they don't seem to see our battles—or they prefer not to. Perhaps if they realized we're not the gentle creatures they take us for their own peace of mind would be disturbed?

in my experience, men are curiously blind to aggression in women. They're the warriors, with their helmets and armor, their swords and spears, and they don't seem to see our battles - or they prefer not to. Perhaps if they realised we're not the gentle creatures they take us for, their own peace of mind would be disturbed?

If I had been blind, I could have got married, I am pretty sure.

It's called Head On," Winston offered, unprompted. "Ninety-nine wolves racing blindly into a wall to symbolize a herd mentality, a lack of courage in diverging from the norm.

Aye, on the shores of darkness there is light,    And precipices show untrodden green; There is a budding morrow in midnight;    There is triple sight in blindness keen Ã¢â'¬Â¦

the men of the cave would say of him that up he went and down he came without his eyes

Three blind mice... three blind mice, See how they run, See how they runt They all run after the farmer's wife, She cut oft their tails with a carving knife, Did you ever see such a sight in your life, As three... blind... mice?

When one does not see what one does not see, one does not even see that one is blind. —Paul Veyne

Strange how blind people are! They are horrified by the torture chambers of the Middle Ages, but their arsenals fill them with pride!

Anger makes us strong, Blind and impatient, And it leads us wrong; The strength is quickly lost; We feel the error long.

We are blind and live our blind lives out in blindness. Poets are damned but they are not blind, they see with the eyes of the angels.

One day I was talking to Cora. She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.

She prayed for me because she believed I was blind to sin, wanting me to kneel and pray too, because people to whom sin is just a matter of words, to them salvation is just words too.

Let them look up in the sky then...! if they must be so blind, that cannot see the truth in broad daylight, but must have the whole world in darkness to see the conceit of the stars...

Such is the seduction of love: it makes you not want to think too much. It makes you unwilling to question the one you love.

Se fossimo formiche: l'intero popolo cieco si precipita nei fossati, annega, forma i ponti per i pochi sopravvissuti che sono il seme del nuovo popolo. Simili a formiche andiamo dentro ogni fuoco. Ogni acqua. Ogni fiume di sangue. Solo per non dover vedere. Che cosa? Noi.

I don't see the purpose of cats. Dogs can protect you, can sniff out things, and can be your eyes if you're blind. Could you imagine a seeing-eye cat? The first person who walks by with an untied shoelace, and you're history.

To be blind is bad, but worse is to have eyes and not see.

Ah, my poor child, how far gone you are in your blindness! Why did you have me summoned?" "I had hopes, I had hopes." "Hopes? Hopes of what?" "I do not know. The things we hope for are always the things we do not know.

the people who dwell in the land of dimness, the people who could not see themselves except as formless shadows moving in a mist, the people who had gouged out their own eyes to keep from looking at themselves in the mirror, these people, these glorious people were none other than ourselves: The Americans.

Blindness is a handicap of mobility, deafness one of communication. Terrible as is loss of vision, it does not distance the blind from the sighted the way loss of hearing separates the deaf from the normal.

Strange stranger reaching out Grabbing hold in this mindless blindness I search and destroy for kindness That sits in my imagination's mind Across a burning field Across a drenching jungle Strange stranger strangely as you go I've always never seen you But you're the only one I know