Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
love is blind and lovers cannot see the pretty follies that themselves commit
But love is blind and lovers cannot see
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
If love be blind, love cannot hit the mark
My love is deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both are infinite.
Love is blind; friendship closes its eyes.
You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one. Each day is a different one, each day brings a miracle of its own. It's just a matter of paying attention to this miracle.
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.
Whoever said that love is blind was dead wrong. Love is the only thing on this earth that lets us see each other with the remotest accuracy.
You can become blind by seeing each day as a similar one.
True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.
If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
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.
Self-love is often rather arrogant than blind; it does not hide our faults from ourselves, but persuades us that they escape the notice of others.
Love is not blind; it is an extra eye, which shows us what is most worthy of regard.
Love is not blind. Love sees what is most true
When life leaves us blind, love keeps us kind.
The chief evil with relation to the body is love for the body and pitying it. This takes away all the soul's authority over the body and makes the soul the slave of the body. And on the contrary, one who does not spare the body will not be disturbed in whatever he does by apprehensions born of blind love of life. How fortunate is one who is trained to this from childhood!
The experiences of the heartless are so limited. It is hate that is blind. Love may miss a flaw here and there, but hate misses beauty everywhere.
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