#blind

They who assert that a blind fatality produced the various effects we behold in this world talk very absurdly; for can anything be more unreasonable than to pretend that a blind fatality could be productive of intelligent beings? ↗

— Charles de Secondat

#anything #assert #behold #beings #blind

This is how the girl who couldn't speak and the man who couldn't see fell in love. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#love #see #speak #love

She is not the princess locked away in the fortress and you are not some hero who's going to save her. ↗

— Heather Anastasiu

#blinded-by-euphoria #blinded-by-love #in-love #love #love

love is blind.. i admit it ~ ↗

— Vanilla Ais

#loneliness #love #love-hurts #sad-but-true #sadness-love

Feel it, deal with it, then throw it away ↗

— Reyna Hawk

#drama #looking-through-blind-eyes #romance #suspense #suspense

You can tell it's good if you light it and a blue flame comes up; that means it's good moonshine and it won't make you go blind. ↗

— Johnny Knoxville

#blue #comes #flame #go #good

At that moment of realization I knew that I had been blind because I had wished not to see; it was only then that I realised, at last, that all these dead men, French and Germans, were brothers, and I was the brother of them all. ↗

— Ernst Toller

#been #blind #brother #brothers #dead

Those who tell you that the territorial question is an abstraction, that you can never colonize another territory without the African slavetrade, are both deaf and blind to the history of the last sixty years. ↗

— Robert Toombs

#african #another #blind #both #deaf

But I'm so slow on it because I find it terribly hard writing blind on computers. The computer speaks to me, but it's just so slow, I'm so terribly slow using it. ↗

— Jack Vance

#blind #computer #computers #find #hard

A writer, or any man, must believe that whatever happens to him is an instrument; everything has been given for an end. This is even stronger in the case of the artist. Everything that happens, including humiliations, embarrassments, misfortunes, all has been given like clay, like material for one’s art. One must accept it. For this reason I speak in a poem of the ancient food of heroes: humiliation, unhappiness, discord. Those things are given to us to transform, so that we may make from the miserable circumstances of our lives things that are eternal, or aspire to be so. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#essay #art