A Quote by Samuel Beckett

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand. — © Samuel Beckett
Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.
The ostrich burying its head in the sand does at any rate wish to convey the impression that its head is the most important part of it.
Faith is to the human what sand is to the ostrich.
America cannot be an ostrich with its head in the sand.
The eye sees the physical body, other individuals, even insects, worms and things. It sees everything that is within its range. The body too is a thing that the eye sees, along with the rest. So, how can we conclude that the body is the I?
I have a very ostrich mentality. I feel like I have my head in the sand so no one can see me.
You have to turn a blind eye to politics in nearly all Westerns.
The eye sees more than the heart knows.
The eye of the poet sees less clearly, but sees farther than the eye of the scientist.
Gentlemen, as sure as I'm sitting here now, the result of continuation of a non-system, the ostrich-like head-in-the-sand attitude, the constant rejection of any efforts to solve this problem, will produce an Armageddon in the American population in those states where there is a big problem.
You may turn into an archangel, a fool, or a criminal—no one will see it. But when a button is missing—everyone sees that.
It is not that love is blind. It is that love sees with a painter's eye, finding the essence that renders all else background.
Men are four; He who knows and knows not that he knows. He is asleep; wake him. He who knows not and knows not that he knows not. He is a fool; shun him. He who knows not and knows that he knows not. He is a child; teach him. He who knows and knows that he knows. He is a king; follow him. The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night.
We've turned a blind eye to Chinese economic activity, the manipulation of the renminbi, the dumping, the unfair trade practices. We've turned a blind eye to intellectual property theft.
The newspapers turn a blind eye to how they get their material as long as they have great photographs.
Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau! Mock on, mock on: 'Tis all in vain! You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. And every sand becomes a gem Reflected in the beams divine; Blown back they blind the mocking eye, But still in Israel's paths they shine. The atoms of Democritus And Newton's particles of light Are sands upon the Red Sea shore, Where Israel's tents do shine so bright.
We cannot stay enveloped in our own reality and turn a blind eye to the plight of others.
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