Quotes
Quotes about Blind
Who is so deafe or so blinde as is hee
That wilfully will neither heare nor see?
Cupid and my Campaspe play'd
At cards for kisses: Cupid paid.
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows:
Loses them too. Then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple on his chin:
All these did my Campaspe win.
At last he set her both his eyes:
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?
He that is strucken blind cannot forget
The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind;
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
But love is blind, and lovers cannot see
The pretty follies that themselves commit.
If a man look sharply and attentively, he shall see Fortune; for though she is blind, she is not invisible.
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
(That last infirmity of noble mind)
To scorn delights, and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears
And slits the thin-spun life.
None so blind as those that will not see.
Be to her virtues very kind;
Be to her faults a little blind.
There is none so blind as they that won't see.
Of all the causes which conspire to blind
Man's erring judgment, and misguide the mind;
What the weak head with strongest bias rules,--
Is pride, the never-failing vice of fools.
The blinded boy that shootes so trim,
From heaven downe did hie.
By the glare of false science betray'd,
That leads to bewilder, and dazzles to blind.
Had we never loved sae kindly,
Had we never loved sae blindly,
Never met or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted!
I have heard of reasons manifold
Why Love must needs be blind,
But this the best of all I hold,--
His eyes are in his mind.
Be that blind bard who on the Chian strand,
By those deep sounds possessed with inward light,
Beheld the Iliad and the Odyssey
Rise to the swelling of the voiceful sea.
I saw them go: one horse was blind,
The tails of both hung down behind,
Their shoes were on their feet.
Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo,
The octogenarian chief, Byzantium's conquering foe!
The blind old man of Scio's rocky isle.
Dame Fortune is a fickle gipsy,
And always blind, and often tipsy;
Sometimes for years and years together,
She 'll bless you with the sunniest weather,
Bestowing honour, pudding, pence,
You can't imagine why or whence;--
Then in a moment--Presto, pass!--
Your joys are withered like the grass;
Buy my flowers,--oh buy, I pray!
The blind girl comes from afar.
Happy he
With such a mother! faith in womankind
Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high
Comes easy to him; and tho' he trip and fall,
He shall not blind his soul with clay.
Blind and naked Ignorance
Delivers brawling judgments, unashamed,
On all things all day long.
I see my way as birds their trackless way.
I shall arrive,--what time, what circuit first,
I ask not; but unless God send his hail
Or blinding fire-balls, sleet or stifling snow,
In some time, his good time, I shall arrive:
He guides me and the bird. In his good time.
My soul is full of whispered song,--
My blindness is my sight;
The shadows that I feared so long
Are full of life and light.
