People are blind when they can’t see. Not necessarily in the literal sense, arguably those who are blind notice other things more than those who have everything there in front of them. We pass up opportunities, don’t appreciate the beautiful things that pass through our lives ever day, because we are taught to be blind, and that is the saddest thing.
I would rather be blind than deaf.
I could still talk to others, listening to shows, and there has to be some kind of special computer I could use to be able to still use it.
Still I would rather not be blind.
the sun woke him. the warm smoky tendrils of light gentle caressed his skin. But the sun did nothing to comfort him to the endless black that surrounded him.
A state of not being able to see the world around you. Never able to see your children, your family, your friends. You have to use your mind to make up images, like a book without pictures. It’s like always reading a book and living in your own world.
Blindness is so many things other than just lack of vision. It means being unable to identify with the world around you. It leads to seperation, and isolation, and loneliness. I, for one, don’t know what I would do without my Light.
The blindness of the light hit me with force. It blasted into my eyes and I had to block my face with my hands. It made my eyes water, it made me grow hot. This was the strongest light I had ever seen, that I had ever witnessed.
His blindness, his oblivion was infuriating. Mark’s hands balled into fists, and he drew one of them up. One moment later, Jake was stumbling backwards, his hands on his jaw in surprise. Anger flared in his eyes, and he lunged at his brother with his fists raised. But Mark sidestepped, watching as Jake went sprawling into the mud in front of him. His knuckles burning, Mark bent out to take the flask from his brother’s fingertips, shaking his head sadly.
Blindness must be awful. To not see the beautiful colors of autumn and spring, to not see the splashes of rainbow that a crystal filled with sunlight can throw across the room… I couldn’t imagine it. I love seeing. Especially colors. There are so many different things that God has blessed this world with and I would never want to miss out on viewing them. I love all the diversity of this world and I love being able to witness it and store it in my memory for a rainy day. Blindness can be a curse, I suppose, but it also protects one from witnessing some of the bad this world has to offer. Starving children, beaten down neighborhoods, things like that. I guess it’s all in your view of it. If you think you’re missing out, you are. But if you think you aren’t, well, you aren’t.
Blindness not seeing fully, is a choice by some. When things around us don’t feel comfortable or right, we may choose not to see it This is of course, a form of denial and not at all healthy. But it may also be a form of survival.
I guess that’s what happens when I take my glasses off. I’m pretty blind without them. But at the same time, I feel like it’s something that I really get when I walk into a situation not knowing what’s going on. Like when I confront someone about something I’m feeling. Maybe question whether they feel the same way about me. Sure, I think they will but do they really? I’m blinded by love.
when you can’t see or when you’re too stupid to realize something. this sucks, i hate this page. what is the purpose of this anyway? what do i do now? i came here from
Blindness, You compell me to feel. Blindness, you compell me to find more to dig deeper to sense a greater reality than I have percieved through my sight these past decades of my life. What is there. What else is there. Show me blind love.
happens to some people. it can be overcame by using a cane, and/or a sight dog. It usually helps people become more perceptive to sounds and touch. People might think that blind people are not smart, but their lack of sight does
That song. I press my hands to my ears, trying to block it out, but it’s like it’s still playing inside my head. Those sounds… I still hear them. Those bone-chilling sounds that terrify me more than anything else.
Blindness, Drain. Those two songs terrify me, and I’m not even sure why. Maybe it’s the thought of such a deep and paralyzing sadness, that makes you not want to even move…and you can’t break out of it. Dark, and endless, a chasm that I hovered on the edge of. But not in danger of falling in. Never in danger of falling in.
What if I had fallen in?
terrible. i dont even wanna think about it. it scares me so much. i cannot imagine what it would be like. wow. this website is cool. ahahahahahahahahhahhaah but srsly blindess is scry :(((((((((((((((((((((((((( lol.
The blinding light of his glory seared through me with love and mercy. The floating golden, angel of light, touched the broken earth and spoke life into me. I was born again into the sprit of the new world. I was new again seeing the world with new eyes, no longer blindness of youth and of everday things. I was ready for the new life the angel had left me to walk on when he breathed my life. Though his foot prints were never far from mine,there was a winding road of choices far from my little path on the wet sand of life. That day my life was no longer mine, but that of the greater good.
All he could see was black, emptiness, pain, past mistakes, regrets, hurt, hate… things he wish he could forget. It’s all he is. It’s all he’ll ever be.
I stumbled and ran. Away from the darkness behind me. I tried to reach the light. No matter how far I ran, the darkness seemed to catch up. I realized my eyes were closed and quickly opened them. The darkness was still around. Right there.
“Ms. Jones. I’m afraid to tell you that you are blind. We tried.”
Use to be blind to the racism and hatred I received. Now not so much. It hurts thinking about it and thinking about all the people that I’ve hurt by picking up that horrible mindset.
The blindness of this world,
Oh! How it taunts me,
Oh why must the people of this world be blinded by the light of lies,
Rather than see in the darkness of truth?
Why must things be this way?
I may never know,
But I know one thing for sure,
This time, we just might lose…
I was distracted by my blindness during the initiation. I couldn’t see. It felt like everything was closing in all around me. I heard the priestess speaking, but couldn’t really understand the words. I knew I needed to pay attention, but that didn’t mean I could. I needed out.
“That blindness of yours will be the end of you,” the elder spoke.
He was looking at me as if he could actually. His white eyes brought chills to my body. It was examining me but not on the body but on the soul.
Blindness is used in more than just the literal context, it can mean literally you cannot see or you are blind to feeling and emotions of your own but mostly others around you, sometimes its a lot easier to be blind then it is to actually see because if you don’t see then it can be whatever you want it to be.
I’m always curious if blindness alters a person’s ability to dream. If someone goes blind later in life, do they still dream with images? And if they’re born blind do they dream in sound? I guess I’ll never know.
Blindness is something that happens when you’re in love. You’re too blind to make the right decisions and you start to not to make sense and you won’t see what’s happening around you because you’re too blind by the love that you think would conquer your love.
imagine what you could accomplish if you had super human senses. many people do, unfortunately for most they must give up one in order to hyper develop the other but this shows us that it can be done.
Blindness is used in more than just the literal context, it can mean literally you cannot see or you are blind to feeling and emotions of your own but mostly others around you.
The breeze rushed against my face and the salt air filled my lungs. I couldn’t see the sea but I could feel it, everyone other one of my sense told me where I was. It was like they were compensating for my eyes and I felt overwhelmed. Was it time to return to the sea?
I am watching fashion policy on E! They are now talking about Kristen Dunst and what she was wearing at a premier. It is a yellow floral dress with yellow shoe. She is getting a bashing from the E! team.
I cannot see, yet I feel that everything is clear. My eyes have inhibited me from physically seeing the real world. I cannot see my friends, the home I live in, yet I feel as complete as can be. Blindness doesn’t make me incapable, it makes me able to appreciate everything else that much more.
You are never truly blind, even the blind can see. They can see right through you. Those that can see are the most blind. The easiest way to hide something is in plain sight.
People are blind when they can’t see. Not necessarily in the literal sense, arguably those who are blind notice other things more than those who have everything there in front of them. We pass up opportunities, don’t appreciate the beautiful things that pass through our lives ever day, because we are taught to be blind, and that is the saddest thing.
I would rather be blind than deaf.
I could still talk to others, listening to shows, and there has to be some kind of special computer I could use to be able to still use it.
Still I would rather not be blind.
the sun woke him. the warm smoky tendrils of light gentle caressed his skin. But the sun did nothing to comfort him to the endless black that surrounded him.
Are you blind or what? Huh? Well, maybe, I guess, blind to love.
Blindness-the more I look at the word, the more ‘blind’ I become. The letters mash together. Nah, that’s an exaggeration.
A state of not being able to see the world around you. Never able to see your children, your family, your friends. You have to use your mind to make up images, like a book without pictures. It’s like always reading a book and living in your own world.
Blindness is so many things other than just lack of vision. It means being unable to identify with the world around you. It leads to seperation, and isolation, and loneliness. I, for one, don’t know what I would do without my Light.
The blindness of the light hit me with force. It blasted into my eyes and I had to block my face with my hands. It made my eyes water, it made me grow hot. This was the strongest light I had ever seen, that I had ever witnessed.
His blindness, his oblivion was infuriating. Mark’s hands balled into fists, and he drew one of them up. One moment later, Jake was stumbling backwards, his hands on his jaw in surprise. Anger flared in his eyes, and he lunged at his brother with his fists raised. But Mark sidestepped, watching as Jake went sprawling into the mud in front of him. His knuckles burning, Mark bent out to take the flask from his brother’s fingertips, shaking his head sadly.
Blindness must be awful. To not see the beautiful colors of autumn and spring, to not see the splashes of rainbow that a crystal filled with sunlight can throw across the room… I couldn’t imagine it. I love seeing. Especially colors. There are so many different things that God has blessed this world with and I would never want to miss out on viewing them. I love all the diversity of this world and I love being able to witness it and store it in my memory for a rainy day. Blindness can be a curse, I suppose, but it also protects one from witnessing some of the bad this world has to offer. Starving children, beaten down neighborhoods, things like that. I guess it’s all in your view of it. If you think you’re missing out, you are. But if you think you aren’t, well, you aren’t.
Blindness not seeing fully, is a choice by some. When things around us don’t feel comfortable or right, we may choose not to see it This is of course, a form of denial and not at all healthy. But it may also be a form of survival.
A loss of a sense, not being able to see what is there in front of you or anywhere else
I guess that’s what happens when I take my glasses off. I’m pretty blind without them. But at the same time, I feel like it’s something that I really get when I walk into a situation not knowing what’s going on. Like when I confront someone about something I’m feeling. Maybe question whether they feel the same way about me. Sure, I think they will but do they really? I’m blinded by love.
when you can’t see or when you’re too stupid to realize something. this sucks, i hate this page. what is the purpose of this anyway? what do i do now? i came here from
Blindness, You compell me to feel. Blindness, you compell me to find more to dig deeper to sense a greater reality than I have percieved through my sight these past decades of my life. What is there. What else is there. Show me blind love.
happens to some people. it can be overcame by using a cane, and/or a sight dog. It usually helps people become more perceptive to sounds and touch. People might think that blind people are not smart, but their lack of sight does
That song. I press my hands to my ears, trying to block it out, but it’s like it’s still playing inside my head. Those sounds… I still hear them. Those bone-chilling sounds that terrify me more than anything else.
Blindness, Drain. Those two songs terrify me, and I’m not even sure why. Maybe it’s the thought of such a deep and paralyzing sadness, that makes you not want to even move…and you can’t break out of it. Dark, and endless, a chasm that I hovered on the edge of. But not in danger of falling in. Never in danger of falling in.
What if I had fallen in?
terrible. i dont even wanna think about it. it scares me so much. i cannot imagine what it would be like. wow. this website is cool. ahahahahahahahahhahhaah but srsly blindess is scry :(((((((((((((((((((((((((( lol.
The blinding light of his glory seared through me with love and mercy. The floating golden, angel of light, touched the broken earth and spoke life into me. I was born again into the sprit of the new world. I was new again seeing the world with new eyes, no longer blindness of youth and of everday things. I was ready for the new life the angel had left me to walk on when he breathed my life. Though his foot prints were never far from mine,there was a winding road of choices far from my little path on the wet sand of life. That day my life was no longer mine, but that of the greater good.
All he could see was black, emptiness, pain, past mistakes, regrets, hurt, hate… things he wish he could forget. It’s all he is. It’s all he’ll ever be.
I stumbled and ran. Away from the darkness behind me. I tried to reach the light. No matter how far I ran, the darkness seemed to catch up. I realized my eyes were closed and quickly opened them. The darkness was still around. Right there.
“Ms. Jones. I’m afraid to tell you that you are blind. We tried.”
Use to be blind to the racism and hatred I received. Now not so much. It hurts thinking about it and thinking about all the people that I’ve hurt by picking up that horrible mindset.
The blindness of this world,
Oh! How it taunts me,
Oh why must the people of this world be blinded by the light of lies,
Rather than see in the darkness of truth?
Why must things be this way?
I may never know,
But I know one thing for sure,
This time, we just might lose…
You can’t see anything but blackness. your eyes don’t work.
I was distracted by my blindness during the initiation. I couldn’t see. It felt like everything was closing in all around me. I heard the priestess speaking, but couldn’t really understand the words. I knew I needed to pay attention, but that didn’t mean I could. I needed out.
“That blindness of yours will be the end of you,” the elder spoke.
He was looking at me as if he could actually. His white eyes brought chills to my body. It was examining me but not on the body but on the soul.
Blindness is used in more than just the literal context, it can mean literally you cannot see or you are blind to feeling and emotions of your own but mostly others around you, sometimes its a lot easier to be blind then it is to actually see because if you don’t see then it can be whatever you want it to be.
Seeing without feeling. If you don’t look what’s I front of you you will miss it.
I’m always curious if blindness alters a person’s ability to dream. If someone goes blind later in life, do they still dream with images? And if they’re born blind do they dream in sound? I guess I’ll never know.
Blindness is something that happens when you’re in love. You’re too blind to make the right decisions and you start to not to make sense and you won’t see what’s happening around you because you’re too blind by the love that you think would conquer your love.
blindness is when you can’t see anything or you ignore to see things because it’s too hard for you to believe what you’re seeing
imagine what you could accomplish if you had super human senses. many people do, unfortunately for most they must give up one in order to hyper develop the other but this shows us that it can be done.
Blindness is used in more than just the literal context, it can mean literally you cannot see or you are blind to feeling and emotions of your own but mostly others around you.
The breeze rushed against my face and the salt air filled my lungs. I couldn’t see the sea but I could feel it, everyone other one of my sense told me where I was. It was like they were compensating for my eyes and I felt overwhelmed. Was it time to return to the sea?
I am watching fashion policy on E! They are now talking about Kristen Dunst and what she was wearing at a premier. It is a yellow floral dress with yellow shoe. She is getting a bashing from the E! team.
I cannot see, yet I feel that everything is clear. My eyes have inhibited me from physically seeing the real world. I cannot see my friends, the home I live in, yet I feel as complete as can be. Blindness doesn’t make me incapable, it makes me able to appreciate everything else that much more.
You are never truly blind, even the blind can see. They can see right through you. Those that can see are the most blind. The easiest way to hide something is in plain sight.
Can be devastating, can be en-lighting. Things you’ve never seen before may become visible.
to be blind. what a condition: not to be able to read, see the nature or the lips you’re kissing.
Everybody has some kind of blindness, it’s just different what we choose not to see.
His lack of sight was just that.
When outside
his lack of insight
provided thick plaques
of plight to his doorstep.
Never knew with his eyes
what his mind would go through.
A sense made senseless
ever since his soul
eroded. Corroded
corridor caught up
in cardiac arrest.
A heart broken,
a vest clutched in regret.