Quotes About Blindness

What is beauty? Is it the way her body's shaped, or the way she's dressed? But if the whole world was blind, how many people would you impress?

Who's driving this car, Stevie Wonder?

Ljudi ovdašnji su u ovom ratu postali onoliko zli koliko to oni nisu. A vi koji ste ovamo došli ste ovim ratom postali baš toliko zli koliko i jeste. Gluvo-slepi – ali, nažalost, ne i nemi, nego naprotiv, baš govorljivi.

You see, passion alone is a blind power. It's fire without light. It just ignites whatever it touches, good or evil, truth or lies, unselfishness or selfishness, love or lust.

We're blind moles. Creeping through the soil, feeling with our snoots. We know nothing. I perceived this . . . now I don't know where to go. Screech with fear, only. Run away.

Philosophical involvement blinded me to authentic human fact.

if men are too blind to govern themselves, how can they be trusted to govern others?

Yaldaboath is a monster spawned by Sophia who fell from the Pleroma," Fat said. "He imagines he's the only god but he's wrong. There's something the matter with him; he can't see. He creates our world but because he's blind he botches the job. The real God sees down from far above and in his pity sets to work to save us. Fragments of light from the Pleroma are—

Paul exposed this strategy in his letter to the Corinthians, saying that Satan has blinded people's minds, "lest the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God, should shine on them" (2 Corinthians 4:4).

But I guess you don't see the planets when you're staring at the sun. You just get blinded.

When people say love is blind, they act like that's a good thing. But some people find their way around in the darkness a little better than others.

What we are saying is that we did see. And what did we do? We acted blind, and we moved on. That is not the gospel.

My eyes are open and I'm not seeing a thing because I am so lost inside.

And I'm here to tell you that, as long as you keep your eyes shut, it's really not that bad.

too many in the mobs "have eyes, but see not, ears but hear not, and they rush to their work of death as pitilessly as the tiger rushes upon his prey."11 The beast in the dark recesses of the human psyche was in the mob, not in the victim of ritual violence.

He had been privy to much, and blind to even more.

I am the One, and I see all. But the blind man in Apartment 1-A is blind in many ways, as are all human beings, even those with functioning eyes. They are blind to their folly, to their ignorance, to their history, to the future that they will make for themselves. A future born of self-loathing.

I need to be blinded, Valya. I was wrong, Valya ... I thought the emotions had perished -- love and devotion and tenderness, but it's all still here, Valya ... Only not for us, all that's left for us is envy and more envy ... Poke out my eyes, Valya, I want to go blind ...

De wife she de eyes to de man's soul. How kin I see now, when I ain' gottee de eyes no mo'?

Tradition makes the most horrible things acceptable to the mind which becomes blind to their deformity, and even the most detestable things, desirable, by a certain feigned sanctity which it attaches to them. But the charm once broken, the rational mind becomes transformed into another image, totally different, and entirely repugnant to the things which it before venerated as divine.

He let himself be storm-tossed, riding her billowing sea. When she held him like this he could see nothing, but the colour of his blindness was the colour of waves breaking

Despite all the positive psychological attributes of hatred we have outlined, hatred destroys finally the core of the life of the hater. While it lasts, burning in white heat, its effect seems positive and dynamic. But at last it turns to ash, for it guarantees a final isolation from one's fellows. It blinds the individual to all values of worth, even as they apply to himself and to his fellows. Hatred bears deadly and bitter fruit. It is blind and nondiscriminating.

the first place you go blind is in the eyes

You collect art: you must know that the miniature artists, at the end of careers spent painting the tiniest, most exacting details that no one would ever look at, would often put their eyes out with needles. Too much beauty, yes, but also too much seeing. They were tired of seeing. The dark was safe and warm and comfortable. Blindness was a gift. I still have seeing to do.