Blind Quote by Cormac McCarthy Download Open image ““In a world darksome as this'n I believe a blind man ort to be better sighted than most.”” — Cormac McCarthy ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.4 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare Blind Blind man Blindness
“In the world of the blind, the one-eyed man still lacks depth perception.” — Mike Whitworth Copy Share Image
“To a man devoid of blinders, there is no finer sight than that of the intelligence at grips with a reality that transcends it.” — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
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“Blind people are just like seeing people in the dark. The loss of sight does not impair the qualities of mind and heart.” — Helen Keller Copy Share Image
“A blind man could see that man would die for you, but that doesn't mean you won't die alongside him.” — Lisa Mantchev Copy Share Image
“A blind man knows he cannot see, and is glad to be led, though it be by a dog; but he that is blind… — Samuel Butler Copy Share Image
“In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man still lacks depth perception.” — Mike Whitworth Copy Share Image
“Some people think the worlds perfect. Those people must be blind.” — Alexandra Geib Copy Share Image
“A blind man may be picturesque; but it requires two eyes to see the picture.” — G.K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The events of the world can have no separate life from the world. And yet the world itself can have no temporal view of things. It can have no cause to favor certain enterprises over others. The passing of armies and the passing of sands in the desert are one. There is no favoring, you see. How could there be?… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him in town somewheres and he give me some money and I think I lost it. But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“You think people was meaner then than they are now? the deputy said. The old man was looking out at the flooded town. No,… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“They set forth in a crimson dawn where sky and earth closed in a razorous plane. Out there dark little archipelagos of cloud and the vast world of sand and scrub shearing upward into the shoreless void where those blue islands trembled and the earth grew uncertain, gravely canted and veering out through tinctures of rose and the dark beyond… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“Nothing. Where all was burnt to ash before them no fires were to be had and the nights were long and dark and cold… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He said that whether a man's life was writ in a book someplace or whether it took its form day by day was one… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He lives in a room above a courtyard behind a tavern and he comes down at night like some fairybook beast to fight with the sailors. He is not big but he has big wrists, big hands. His shoulders are set close. The child's face is curiously untouched behind the scars, the eyes oddly innocent. They fight with fists, with… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“Ultimo hombre. Last man standing, must've been one. Where'd he go?” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“To seek out the upright. No fall but preceded by a declination. He took great marching steps into the nothingness, counting them against his return. Eyes closed, arms oaring. Upright to what? Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix. To which he and the stars were common satellite. Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“They went through the last of the cars and then walked up the track to the locomotive and climbed up to the catwalk. Rust and scaling paint. They pushed into the cab and he blew away the ash from the engineer's seat and put the boy at the controls. The controls were very simple. Little to do but push the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“Night fell upon them dark and starblown and the wagon grew swollen near mute with dew. On their chairs in such black immobility these… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
... Arthur Gride, whose bleared eyes gloated only over the outward beauties, and were blind to the spirit which reigned within, evinced - a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“A man who saw has turned blind, A hearer deaf, A leader now leads astray!” — Miriam Lichtheim Copy Share Image
Now the stage today is to know that Self Realization gives you experiences and then your faith is established. Not blind but open enlightened… — Nirmala Srivastava Copy Share Image
The more I produce, the less I am certain. On the road along which the artist walks, night falls ever more densely. Finally, he… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
My favorite performance would definitely be "Toxic," which was my blind audition song. It was the start of it all and it was a… — Melanie Martinez Copy Share Image
Our attitude towards evil must be freed from hatred, and has itself need to be enlightened in character...Satan rejoices when he succeeds in inspiring us with diabolical feelings to himself. It is he who wins when his own methods are used against himself...A continual denunciation of evil and its agents merely encourages its growth in the world a truth sufficiently… — Nikolai Berdyaev Copy Share
If you are the master be sometimes blind, if you are the servant be sometimes deaf. — R. Buckminster Fuller Copy Share Image
Shut your eyes and you will know what I mean by thought entombed in darkness. Light comes through the senses, and not only through… — Charles Lindbergh Copy Share Image
Blind with love, my daughter has cried nightly for horses, those long-necked marchers and churners that she has mastered, any and all, reigning them… — Anne Sexton Copy Share Image