BLINDNESS

Related Subjects: Darkness, Eyes, Sight, Vision

1. If the blind lead the blind, both shall fall into the ditch.—Bible, Matthew 15:14
   

2. How blind must he be that can't see through a sieve.—CERVANTES, Don Quixote
   

3. Oh, say! what is that thing call'd light,
   Which I must ne'er enjoy?
   What are the blessings of the sight?
   Oh, tell your poor blind boy!—COLLEY LIBBER, The Blind Boy
   

4. Your dear friend and servant, Galileo, has been for the last month perfectly blind, so that this heaven, this earth, this universe, which I by my marvellous discoveries and clear demonstrations have enlarged a hundred thousand times beyond the belief of the wise men of bygone years, henceforward is for me shrunk into such a small space as is filled by my own bodily sensations. So it pleases God ; so also shall it therefore please me.—GALILEO, to Diodati (1638)
   

5. None so blind as those that will not see.—MATTHEW HENRY, Commentaries
   

6. O loss of sight, of thee I most complain!
   Blind among enemies, O worse than chains,
   Dungeon, or beggary, or decrepit age!—MILTON, Samson Agonistes
   

7. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon,
   Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day!—MILTON, Samson Agonistes
   

8. These eyes, tho' clear
   To outward view of blemish or of spot,
   Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot,
   Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear
   Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year,
   Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not
   Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot
   Of heart or hope; but still bear up and steer
   Right onward.—MILTON, Sonnet XXII
   

9. He has the greatest blind-side, who thinks he has none.—Proverb
   

10. What matters it to a blind man that his father could see?—Proverb
    

11. Blind men's wives need no paint.—Proverb

12. A blind man will not thank you for a looking-glass.—Proverb
    

13. He that is strucken blind cannot forget
    The precious treasure of his eyesight lost.—SHAKESPEARE, Romeo and Juliet
    

14. And when a damp
    Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand
    The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew
    Soul-animating strains—alas! too few.—WORDSWORTH, Scorn Not the Sonnet