#blind

It is the eye of other people that ruin us. If I were blind I would want, neither fine clothes, fine houses or fine furniture. ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#clothes #eye #fine #furniture #houses

I belonged to the generation that grew up under National Socialism, and was blinded and led astray - and allowed itself to be led astray. ↗

— Gunter Grass

#astray #belonged #blinded #generation #grew

You don't want too much fear in a market, because people will be blinded to some very good buying opportunities. You don't want too much complacency because people will be blinded to some risk. ↗

— Ron Chernow

#blinded #buying #complacency #fear #good

Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object. ↗

— Albert Camus

#blinds #contrary #enhances #every #falsehood

Love is blind. ↗

— Geoffrey Chaucer

#blind #love is

Both the historian and the novelist view history as the struggle of a tiny minority, able and determined to make judgments, which is up against a vast and densely packed majority of the blind, who are led by their instincts and unable to think for themselves. ↗

— Lion Feuchtwanger

#against #blind #both #determined #historian

Everything for me has happened so quickly. I finished shooting 'The Blind Side' not this past June, but the June before, and all of sudden up to now, it seems like it's gone from zero to 60 for me. I feel so fortunate to be able to say that. ↗

— Lily Collins

#before #blind #everything #feel #finished

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 of those who have never felt love's true bonds. Once in those chains, one perceives that they are not of the sort full forged in a day. They are made as the great iron cables are made, on which bridges are swung across the widest water-channels,--not of single huge rods, or bars, which would be stronger, perhaps, to look at; but myriads of the finest wires, each one by itself so fine, so frail, it would barely hold a child's kite in the wind: by hundreds, hundreds of thousands of such, twisted, re-twisted together, are made the mighty cables, which do not any more swerve from their place in the air, under the weight and jar of the ceaseless traffic and tread of two cities, than the solid earth swerves under the same ceaseless weight and jar. Such cables do not break. ↗

— Helen Hunt Jackson

#blindness #california #female-author #helen-hunt-jackson #history

One pits his wits against apparently inscrutable nature, wooing her with ardor but nature is blind justice who cannot recognize personal identity. ↗

— Charles Brenton Huggins

#apparently #ardor #blind #cannot #her