A lot of people have culturally induced ethical blindness, but they can be cured!

Her dark world was bright because of her sparkling attitude!

How you look it is pretty much how you’ll see it

It seems that I have been held in some dreaming stateA tourist in the waking world world, never quite awake.No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber,Until I realised that it was...

I didn’t realize it until now, but I don’t really know anything about them, or what kind of people they are, really. You can’t see inside a person’s heart.

It’s a queer business, making oneself blind.

We have flattered ourselves by inventing proverbs of comparison in matter of blindness,–“blind as a bat,” for instance. It would be safe to say that there cannot be found in the animal kingdom a bat,...

blindness is a private matter between a person and the eyes with which he or she was born.

I chanced on a wonderful book by Marius von Senden, called Space and Sight. . . . For the newly sighted, vision is pure sensation unencumbered by meaning: “The girl went through the experience that...

There are many degrees of sight and many degrees of blindness. What senses do we lack that we cannot see another world all around us?

Happy Birthday!” The smell of cake and the sound of feet under the table. I awake in a body that’s too big. I also dream in motion and sensation. My father’s boat and the snore...

If love is blind, then maybe a blind person that loves has a greater understanding of it.

How often have our own tears blinded us to the tears of others.

Blindness hatred is blind, as well as love.

There had been no crises of incident, or marked movements of experience such as in Felipe’s imaginations of love were essential to the fulness of its growth. This is a common mistake on the part...

The trouble with this dog is that it has grown too close to human beings, it will suffer as they do.

You can get snow blindness if you’re not careful.

You lie to her, you lie to me, you lie to yourself. Blind girl blind you.

In a world filled with liars, some still seem surprised at the lengths to which some will go-yet we fear our own truth & so become numb to our own senses.

Never take advice about never taking advice. That is an old vice of men – to dish it out without being able to take it – the blind leading the blind into more blindness.

After years in utter darkness, I force my eyes into the light. For I must retain my sight, that I might view the wholeness of the void, objectively.

LEAR: …yet you see how this world goes.GLOS.: I see it feelingly.

When I lost my sight, Werner, people said I was brave. When my father left, people said I was brave. But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my...

Death is no more than passing from one room into another. But there’s a difference for me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.

Não é só a voz do sangue que não precisa de olhos, o amor, que dizem ser cego, também tem a sua palavra a dizer

We are all more blind to what we have than to what we have not.

Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.

Eyes that are blind have no way to tell the loveliness of faces and features; eyes with no pupils have no way to tell the beauty of colored and embroidered silks.

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...

There is a budding morrow in midnight, / There is a triple sight in blindness keen.

Sometimes painfully lost people can teach us lessons that we didn’t think we needed to know, or be reminded of—the more history changes, the more it stays the same.

No one needed to say it, but the room overflowed with that sort of blessing. The combination of loss and abundance. The abundance that has no guilt. The loss that has no fix. The simple...

the bible gives me a deep comforting sense that (things seen are temporal,and things unseen are eternal.

The patterns learned as a child, repeat as an adult. Those with an abusive childhood are very often oh-so blind to this inescapable truth.— André Chevalier

There are poisons that blind you, and poisons that open your eyes.

Love doesn’t think like that. All right, it’s blind as a bat–”Bats have radar. Yours doesn’t seem to be working.

The evidence never seemed to matter to those in power, who had already made up their minds and did what people typically do when their worldview is threatened by new data: they attacked the messenger.

Inside me there was everything I had believed was outside. There was, in particular, the sun, light, and all colors. There were even the shapes of objects and the distance between objects. Everything was there...

I realized that your mother couldn’t see the emptiness, she couldn’t see anything…All of the words I’d written to her over all of those years, had I never said anything to hear at all?

All dark and comfortless.

– C’est ce receveur, expliqua le conducteur.– Ah ! dit Amadis.– Il aime pas les voyageurs. Alors, il s’arrange pourqu’on parte sans voyageur et il ne sonne jamais. Je le saisbien.– C’est vrai, dit Amadis.–...

Doubt as sin. — Christianity has done its utmost to close the circle and declared even doubt to be sin. One is supposed to be cast into belief without reason, by a miracle, and from...

An eye for an eye only leads to more blindness.

Some ancient oversight had nearly taken his sight, but this sad fuck was already blind inside.

Love has a sound, if you know what to listen for. It sounds like silence, surrounded by blindness. It’s the Helen Keller of emotions, at least for me.

There are two ways to be fooled. One is to believe what isn’t true; the other is to refuse to believe what is true.

What good is there in being blind, you ask? Well, maybe it’s to see the beauty on the inside without being vainly distracted, or superficially blinded, by the ugly on the outside.

But who would rush at a benighted man, and give him two black eyes for being blind?

I have found so many angels trapped inside undisputed jargon that I find myself digging at the words, in order to release them, from the books that unfairly captured their soul.

Logan looked at her and wondered how someone so beautiful could be so oblivious to their own beauty, how someone so smart could be so foolish to the extent of their own intellect and how...