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Blinded Quotes (page 21)

I fought in many guises, Many names, but always me. And I see not in my blindness What the objects were I wrought, But as God rules o'er our bickerings It was through His will I fought. So forever in the future, Shall I battle as of yore, Dying to be born a... fighter, But to die again, once more. George S. Patton
I now understand the need for faith—pure, blind, fly-in-the-face-of-reason faith—as a small life preserver in the wild and endless sea of a universe ruled by unfeeling laws and totally indifferent to the small, reasoning beings that inhabit it. Dan Simmons
Why was she always so craven, so apologetic? He had always seen Ruth as separate, good and untainted. As a child, his parents had appeared to him as starkly black and white, the one bad and frightening, the other good and kind. Yet as he had grown older, he kept coming up hard in his mind against Ruth's willing blindness, to her constant apologia for his father, to the unshakeable allegiance to her false idol. J. K. Rowling
When she shut her eyes, her mind grew alert. Her senses opened. All around her, she felt how quickly things formed and were consumed. How there was so much blind feeling. It was going on beyond the wall of her sight, out of her control. Unheard, unnoticed, the blood dropped into her hands and feet, so that she was anchored. Which she was glad for, because the light was so feeble and the blackness so strong that she felt as though she could drift away like a boat of skin, never to return,... Louise Erdrich
I wondered how many people there were in the world who suffered and continued to suffer, becuse they could not break out from their own web of shyness and reserve and in their blindness and folly built up a great distorted wall in front of them that hid the truth. Daphne du Maurier
Alf Todd," said Ukridge, soaring to an impressive burst of imagery, "has about as much chance as a one-armed blind man in a dark room trying to shove a pound of melted butter into a wild cat's left ear with a red-hot needle. P. G. Wodehouse
David Sedaris quote: "You’d have to be blind, deaf, and dumb not to know what you’re..."
You’d have to be blind, deaf, and dumb not to know what you’re getting yourself into, so if there’s blame, blame yourself. David Sedaris
Neil Gaiman quote: "There's none so blind as those who will not listen."
There's none so blind as those who will not listen. Neil Gaiman
Alexander Dumas quote: "Hatred is blind, anger is foolhardy, and he who pours out..."
Hatred is blind, anger is foolhardy, and he who pours out vengeance risks having to drink a bitter draft Alexander Dumas
Emily Dickinson quote: "The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind."
The Truth must dazzle gradually or every man be blind. Emily Dickinson
We don't make bicycles anymore. It's all human relations now. The eggheads sit around trying to figure out new ways for everyone to be happy. Nobody can get fired, no matter what; and if somebody does accidentally make a bicycle, the union accuses us of cruel and inhuman practices and the government confiscates the bicycle for back taxes and gives it to a blind man in Afghanistan. Kurt Vonnegut
You don't know what's after the desert?"Kennerly shrugged. "Some might. The coach ran through part of it fifty years ago. My pap said so. He used to say 'twas mountains. Others say an ocean... a green ocean with monsters. And some say that's where the world ends. That there ain't nothing but lights that'll drive a man blind and the face of God with his mouth open to eat them up. Stephen King
Fear's greatest weapon is its ability to blind one to anything. In its presence, we forget there are others to consider, things to save besides ourselves. Jonathan Carroll
What passing bells for these who die as cattle? Only the monstrous anger of the guns. Only the stuttering rifle's rapid rattle Can patter out their hasty orisons. No mockeries now for them; no prayers, nor bells, Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, The shrill demented choirs of wailing shells, And bugles calling for them from sad shires. What candles may be held to speed them all? Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes, Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes. The pallor of... Wilfred Owen
For I dance And drink and sing, Till some blind hand Shall brush my wing. If thought is life. And strength and breath. And the want. Of thought is death. Then am IA happy fly. If I live. Or if I die William Blake

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