Quotes About Blindness

Love is blind -- marriage is the eye-opener.

It is not love that is blind, but jealousy.

Love is blind and marriage is the institution for the blind.

Love is blind deaf dumb and stupid. If I ever find that little turd I'm gonna kill cupid once and for all.

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

Love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit; For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy.

Nunca más volveré a verte, y tu nunca más volverás a ver nada

Love can blind you, but woe to one who becomes both blind and deaf.

Love is blind, but a broken heart sees everything.

Be to her virtues very kind;Be to her faults a little blind;Let all her ways be unconfin'd;And clap your padlock—on her mind!

God has sealed their hearts and their ears, and over their eyes there is a covering. They will have a terrible punishment. 8

The Seven Deadly Sins of the Press: Concentrated Power of the Big Press. Passing of competition and the coming of monopoly. Governmental control of the press. Timidity, especially in the face of group and corporate pressures. Big Business mentality. Clannishness among the newspaper publishers that has prevented them from criticizing each other. Social blindness.

This thing that men call justice, this blind snake that strikes men down in the dark, mindless with fury, keep your hand back from it, pass by in silence.

We have always found your mortal insistence on certainties strange. Nothing is as clear as you wish it to be. You have walked your path blindly until now. Time to open your eyes.

To love Me for what I may give you is not loving Me at all. To sacrifice anything in My cause to gain something for yourself is like a blind man sacrificing his eyes for sight. I am the Divine Beloved worthy of being loved because I am Love. He who loves Me because of this will be blessed with unlimited sight and will see Me as I am.

You are my king. You could command me to stop seeing her." Niall turned his gaze to Irial. "What would you do?" "Blind myself, if you were foolish enough to use those words.

Um cego semelha uma ilha: navegante à espera de viagem, um silêncio frente ao espelho.

SEMENTES Olhos, vale tê-los, se, de quando em quando, somos cegos e o que vemos não é o que olhamos mas o que o olhar semeia no mais denso escuro. Vida vale vivê-la se, de quando em quando, morremos e o que vivemos não é o que a vida nos dá nem o que dela colhemos mas o que semeamos em pleno deserto.

Do not hate them. They do not know they are evil. They are blind. If you hate them, if you kill them in your heart, they will not die. They will rise up again and again within you, and they will kill your heart.

Oh, how beautiful is the heart of Jesus! How beautiful that he loves us in our foolishness, he who suffered so much for us. Now our poor world grows indifferent to what he gave, though not all. We still find many who are not blind.

The other America, the America of poverty, is hidden today in a way that it never was before. Its millions are socially invisible to the rest of us…. The very development of American society is creating a new kind of blindness about poverty. The poor are increasingly slipping out of the very experience and consciousness of the nation.

Compromise has a way of blinding our eyes, and we get used to the situation in which we find ourselves, comparing our own lives with the lives of others—until we rediscover the Word of God.

Takie zaÅ›lepienie nie jest w historii niczym niezwykÅ'ym: to samo mo?na byÅ'o zaobserwowa? w latach trzydziestych u intelektualistów, polityków i dziennikarzy, powszechnie przekonanych, ?e Hitler "w koÅ"cu odzyska zdrowy rozsÄ…dek". Ludzie ?yjÄ…cy w okreÅ›lonym systemie spoÅ'ecznym prawdopodobnie nie potrafiÄ… sobie wyobrazi? punktu widzenia tych, którzy niczego od systemu nie oczekujÄ…c, planujÄ… jego zniszczenie.

Dear to me is sleep: still more, being made of stone, While pain and guilt still linger here below, Blindness and numbness--these please me alone; Then do not wake me, keep your voices low.