If I had a choice, I would still choose to remain blind…for when I die, the first face I will ever see will be the face of my blessed Saviour.
In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.
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. The supreme happiness in life is the assurance of being loved; of being loved for oneself, even in spite of oneself; and this assurance the blind man possesses. In his affliction, to be served is to be caressed. Does he lack anything? no. Possessing love he is not deprived of light. A love, moreover, that is wholly pure. There can be no blindness where there is this certainty.
The only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision.
If it is an extraordinary blindness to live without investigating what we are, it is a terrible one to live an evil life, while believing in God.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
There’s none so blind as they that won’t see.
Two kinds of blindness are easily combined so that those who do not see really appear to see what is not.
Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
People bind themselves into political teams that share moral narratives. Once they accept a particular narrative, they become blind to alternative moral worlds”
Aleksander I. Solzhenitsyn
“No, don’t! Don’t dig up the past! Dwell on the past and you’ll lose an eye.” But the proverb goes on to say: “forget the past and you’ll lose both eyes.”
Original Author Unknown
Blind in heart since my birth, I come to you, Light of the World…Let me live as a child of light.
Aveugle de Coeur
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