Blind Man Quotes by George Herbert, Bret Easton Ellis, Isaac Newton, Pablo Picasso, Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib, Chinua Achebe and many others.
In the kingdome of blind men the one ey’d is king.
[In the kingdom of blind men the one eyed is king.]
[In the kingdom of blind men the one eyed is king.]
I had dreamed of something so different from what reality was now offering up, but that dream had been a blind man’s vision. That dream was a miracle. The morning was fading. And I remembered yet again that I was a tourist here.
As a blind man has no idea of colors, so we have no idea of the manner by which the all-wise God perceives and understands all things.
Painting is a blind man’s profession. He paints not what he sees, but what he feels, what he tells himself about what he has seen.
Whoever can’t see the whole in every part plays at blind man’s bluff. A wise man tastes the entire Tigris in every sip.
It is only the story…that saves our progeny from blundering like blind beggars into the spikes of the cactus fence.The story is our escort;without it,we are blind.Does the blind man own his escort?No,neither do we the story;rather,it is the story that owns us.
I’m not a Method actor. I don’t believe acting should be psychodrama. I look within myself and see what I can find to play the role with. If I’m playing a blind man, I don’t go around blindfolded for days. A lot of good actors would, but I don’t go in for that very much. I like to just make it up as I go along.
Oh, the twenties and the thirties were not otherwise designedThan other times when blind men into ditches led the blind,When the rich mouse ate the cheese and the poor mouse got the rind,And man, the self-destroyer, was not lucid in his mind.
I had plenty of pimples as a kid. One day I fell asleep in the library. When I woke up, a blind man was reading my face.
After a rest in Edinburgh, where, passing a music-shop, I heard some blind man playing a mazurka of mine.
A blind man can see how much I love you
My reality needs imagination like a bulb needs a socket. My imagination needs reality like a blind man needs a cane.
Ma’am,” Augustus said, nodding toward her, “Your daughter’s car has just been deservingly egged by a blind man. Please close the door and go back inside or we’ll be forced to call the police.
A woman was taking a shower. There is a knock on the door. Who is it? Blind man! The woman opens the door. Where do you want these blinds, lady?
Will power is to the mind like a strong blind man who carries on his shoulders a lame man who can see.
I am content to live it all again And yet again, if it be life to pitch Into the frog-spawn of a blind man’s ditch.
Like a blind man at an orgy, I was going to have to feel my way through.
When we came to Iraq, we didn’t understand the complexity – what it meant for a society to live under a brutal dictatorship with ethnic and sectarian divisions. When we first got here, we made a lot of mistakes. We were like a blind man, trying to do the right thing but breaking a lot of things.
Comes a Time when the blind man takes your hand says DON’T YOU SEE?
A depressing number of people seem to process everything literally. They are to wit as a blind man is to a forest, able to find every tree, but each one coming as a surprise.
He that boasts of his ancestors confesses that he has no virtue of his own. No person ever lived for our honor; nor ought that to be reputed ours, which was long before we had a being; for what advantage can it be to a blind man to know that his parents had good eyes? Does he see one whit the better?
Light means nothing to a blind man.
This meeting was like many of the meetings that I would go to over the course of two years. The only way I can describe it is that, well, the president is like a blind man in a roomful of deaf people. There is no discernible connection.
You had lots of visitors, but they were all quiet.” “Oh real funny. Tease the blind man.” ~Trella to Logan, pg. 114-115
In truth the most striking figure for the relation of the two is that of the strong blind man carrying the sighted lame man on his shoulders.
She sings the songs without words Songs that sailors, and blind men, and beggars have heard She knows more of love than the poets can say And her eyes are for something that won’t go away.
Mostly I straddle reality and the imagination. My reality needs imagination like a bulb needs a socket. My imagination needs reality like a blind man needs a cane.
It hurts me to hear the tone in which the poor are condemned as “shiftless,” or “having a pauper spirit,” just as it would if a crowd mocked at a child for its weakness, or laughed at a lame man because he could not run, or a blind man because he stumbled.
The superpowers often behave like two heavily armed blind men feeling their way around a room, each believing himself in mortal peril from the other, whom he assumes to have perfect vision.
Your desires and true beliefs have a way of playing blind man’s bluff. You must corner the inner facts.
Over time even two armed blind men in a room can do enormous damage to each other, not to speak of the room.
The Buddhists have a story about blind men trying to describe an elephant by feeling it’s various parts, and each describes the elephant according to the part he touched.В That is the way we can hope to know God.
It is not difficult to censor foreign news. What is difficult today is to censor one’s own thoughts, To sit by and see the blind man On the sightless horse, riding into the bottomless abyss.
The touch of reality is salvation for the man who smothers amid forms and shadows. A blind man would rejoice in sight though his eyes opened on the carnage of a battlefield.
A blind man can see what she feels for you and you for her. Your souls are not merely entwined; they are fused.
In my mind I’m a blind man doin’ time.
I feel more as if I’m shaping something with my hands. I feel as if I’ve always wanted to get to that state. Like a blind man in a dark room had some clay, what would he make? I end up with 2 or 3 forms on a canvas, but it gets very physical for me.
Of all the causes which conspire to blind Man’s erring judgement, and misguide the mind, What the weak head with strongest bias rules, Is PRIDE, the never-failing vice of fools.
Fear of an enemy can often blind men to other hazards, not least the shape which they themselves make in the world.
There are those who’d rob a blind man of his eyelashes if they could.
There is a master way with words that cannot be learned but instead developed: a deaf man develops exceptional vision, a blind man exceptional hearing, a silent man, when given a piece of paper.
A mathematician is a blind man in a dark room looking for a black cat which isn’t there.
The blindness of unbelievers in no way detracts from the clarity of the gospel; the sun is no less bright because blind men do not perceive its light.
Feeling and thinking are actually the blind man who carries the lame.