There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.

Not by appointment do we meet delight Or joy; they heed not our expectancy; But round some corner of the streets of life they of a sudden greet us with a smile.

There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.

When man to man shall be friend and brother.

All the rarest hues of human life take radiance and are rainbowed out in tears.

This world is full of beauty, as other worlds above, and if we did our duty, it might be as full of love.

The plain man is familiar with blindness and deafness, and knows from his everyday experience that the look of things is influenced by his senses; but it never occurs to him to regard the whole world as the creation of his senses.

This same habitual blindness to spiritual, substantive dimensions of every significant challenge continues to handicap Hollywood.

Two kinds of blindness are easily combined so that those who do not see really appear to see what is not.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

What you lose in blindness is the space around you, the place where you are, and without that you might not exist. You could be nowhere at all.

I don't have any blindness when it comes to my money. As an actor, you can get distracted by your work. I do keep an eye on my nest egg, if you will.

Well, we can't afford blindness anymore. There are tens of thousands of thugs who loathe liberty and love death, and want to annihilate Western civilization.

Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.

There is a condition worse than blindness, and that is, seeing something that isn't there.

There's no dearth of kindness in this world of ours; Only in our blindness we gather thorns for flowers.

To be blind is not miserable; not to be able to bear blindness, that is miserable.

There's no dearth of kindness In the world of ours; Only in our blindness We gather thorns for flowers.

Had the price of looking been blindness, I would have looked.

Now as of old the gods give men all good things, excepting only those that are baneful and injurious and useless. These, now as of old, are not gifts of the gods: men stumble into them themselves because of their own blindness and folly.

He was so tenacious he defied the distraction of women by refusing to have them in his presence, just as later in life he denied his blindness by calling for more and more candles.

I am unjust, but I can strive for justice. My life's unkind, but I can vote for kindness. I, the unloving, say life should be lovely. I, that am blind, cry out against my blindness.

Every step and every movement of the multitude, even in what are termed enlightened ages, are made with equal blindness to the future; and nations stumble upon establishments, which are indeed the result of human action, but not the execution of any human design.

An eye for an eye only leads to more blindness.

A lot of people have culturally induced ethical blindness, but they can be cured!

Fanaticism comes from any form of chosen blindness accompanying the pursuit of a single dogma.

I like to take pictures of lots of things: people-such as my nephews, my dogs, and just interesting objects that I see. For instance, I might take a picture of flowers by the side of the road, an old sign or a fence.

The mare set off for home with the speed of a swallow, and going as smoothly and silently. I never had dreamed of such a motion, fluent and graceful, and ambient, soft as the breeze flitting over the flowers, but swift as the summer lightening.

I don't like painting flowers in my music. I like painting guts and pain.

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!

I'm a hopeless romantic, and very much the person in a relationship to go: If things are going well, I'll buy the flowers, remember the dates of things, plan fun nights out.

Because we are in a war situation, this can sometimes be dangerous work. But guys like A.D. Flowers and his technicians just take it in stride and get on with the job. In four years, we've never had a serious accident or injury working with all the explosions.

The earth laughs in flowers.

With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

Flowers grow out of dark moments.

Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet: there's always one determined to face in an opposite direction from the way the arranger desires.

The cloning of humans is on most of the lists of things to worry about from Science, along with behaviour control, genetic engineering, transplanted heads, computer poetry and the unrestrained growth of plastic flowers.

Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.

I went across the fields to avoid the straight highways, along the firing lines where people were shooting at a small wooded hill, which is now covered with wooden crosses and lines of graves instead of spring flowers.

The advice I am giving always to all my students is above all to study the music profoundly... music is like the ocean, and the instruments are little or bigger islands, very beautiful for the flowers and trees.

Let a hundred flowers bloom.

I didn't even recall being on the DB sessions until Herbie Flowers reminded me a couple of years ago.

It is with flowers as with moral qualities; the bright are sometimes poisonous; but, I believe, never the sweet.

I like perfume and flowers.

These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.

For a writer, published works are like fallen flowers, but the expected new work is like a calyx waiting to blossom.

Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers.