Julie G’s Reviews > Blindness > Status Update

Inside us there is something that has no name, that something is what we are.

They go around like ghosts, this must be what it means to be a ghost, being certain that life exists, because your four senses say so, and yet unable to see it.

. . . it is a question of being patient, of letting time take its course, we should have learnt this once and for all, that destiny has to make many turnings before arriving anywhere. . .

. . . people get used to anything, especially if they have ceased to be people.

. . . purity of the soul, as we know, is beyond everyone's reach.

And what would you do if these rascals, instead of asking for women, had asked for men? What would you do then, speak up so that everyone can hear. . . Tell us, tell us, they chorused, delighted at having backed the men up against the wall, caught in the snares of their own reasoning from which there was no escape, now they wanted to see how far that masculine logic would go.

Fighting has always been, more or less, a form of blindness.

We all have our moments of weakness, just as well that we are still capable of weeping, tears are often our salvation, there are times when we would die if we did not weep. . .

At this moment she is seated on her husband's bed, she is talking to him, as usual in a low voice, one can see these are educated people, and they always have something to say to each other, they are not like the other married couple, the first blind man and his wife, after those first emotional moments on being reunited, they have scarcely spoken. . . their present unhappiness outweighs their past love.

. . . if, before every action, we were to begin by weighing up the consequences, thinking about them in earnest, first the immediate consequences, then the probable, then the possible, then the imaginable ones, we should never move beyond the point where our first thought brought us to a halt.