Quotes About Blindness

I can't see anything" he said in a muffled voice, hand over his eyes. "I'm blind.

POZZO: I am blind. (Silence.) ESTRAGON: Perhaps he can see into the future.

We may remark in passing that to be blind and beloved may, in this world where nothing is perfect, be among the most strangely exquisite forms of happiness.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishing.

True love can blind you but at the same time if you let it, it can also open your eyes.

Whatever the scenario, our need for love and belonging can be so strong that it blinds us to our most valuable talents and qualities. We then live a life of pretense and self-negation. Of course, our working life will suffer also, because it is but a part of our life as a whole. "Holding

none had been outside Russia. I kept trying to remember something that I had read about a species of fish that was born, lived, spawned, died in the dark waters of a cave; and were blind.

With reference to the heart's blindness and it's cure the Prophet said: "For everything there is a polish that taketh away rust, and the polish of the heart is remembrance of God." And when asked who would rank highest in God's esteem on the Day of Resurrection he answered: "The men and the women who invoke God much in remembrance.

We are so blind that we run to God with physical ailments and needs, but for illnesses of the soul we run away from God and are determined not to return until we are cured—as if there were two gods, one to help the body and one to aid the soul, or as if we ourselves could take care of spiritual needs, although they are greater than the physical. This is really a devilish bit of advice and counsel.

So blind are we: with our bodily sickness and need we run to God; with the soul's sickness we run from Him, and are unwilling to come back before we are well, exactly as if there could be one God who could help the body, and another God who could help the soul; or as if we would help ourselves in spiritual need, although it really is greater than the bodily need. Such plan and counsel is of the devil.

For since through the sin of Adam we are sunk in blindness, so that we are wholly ignorant of God in all His will and counsel, it is not only foolish but also impossible of ourselves to prepare a light and a way by which to approach God and find out what He would have us do, as He says in the Book of Wisdom (9:13-14): "The thoughts of mortals are fearful and uncertain. For who among men can know what God wants?

Wer ein Christ sein will, der steche seiner Vernunft die Augen aus.

In the law of Moses, God forbade the judges to take a gift: "Thou shalt not accept person nor gifts: for gifts blind the eyes of the wise and change the words of the just." (Deut. 16:19).

But ignorance of the father brought terror and fear, and terror grew dense like a fog, so that no one could see.

life's most basic needs—his sight—he struggles to accept the possibility that his blindness may be permanent. Enter psychologist Sara Hamilton,

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

Had we never lov'd sae kindly, Had we never lov'd sae blindly, Never met -- or never parted -- we had never been broken-hearted.

Love blinds us to faults, hatred to virtues

Why was I so blind that I couldn't see our love was changing underneath our very noses.

Then who are we, the blind ones and the blind folded, that do not know if we are on the side of the edge or not, but yet we run full of hope believing that we can finally embrace the infinite that runs away from us just like the horizon line that we would like to embrace with our arms full of vain hopes?

Love comes from blindness, friendship from knowledge.

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.

Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it. Bitterness paralyzes life; love empowers it. Bitterness sours life; love sweetens it. Bitterness sickens life; love heals it. Bitterness blinds life; love anoints its eyes.