A Quote by Sarah Orne Jewett

Love isn't blind; it's only love that sees! — © Sarah Orne Jewett
Love isn't blind; it's only love that sees!
They say that love is blind, but it's trauma that's blind. Love sees what is.
People say love is blind because they do not know what love is. I say unto you, only love has eyes; other than love, everything is blind.
Romantic love is blind to everything except what is lovable and lovely, but Christ's love sees us with terrible clarity and sees us whole. Christ's love so wishes our joy that it is ruthless against everything in us that diminishes our joy. The worst sentence Love can pass is that we behold the suffering which Love has endured for our sake, and that is also our acquittal. The justice and mercy of the judge are ultimately one.
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.
Love is not 'blind' but visionary: It sees into the very heart of its object And sees the 'real self' behind and in the midst Of the frailties and shortcomings of the person.
Love is not blind. Love sees what is most true
Love is blind, as they say, and because love is blind, it often leads to tragedy: to conflicts in which one love is pitted against another love, and something has to give, with suffering guaranteed in any resolution.
Love sees all; hate is blind.
Love sees sharply, hatred sees even more sharp, but Jealousy sees the sharpest for it is love and hate at the same time.
Love - not dim and blind but so far-seeing that it can glimpse around corners, around bends and twists and illusion; instead of overlooking faults love sees through them to the secret inside.
We say love is blind, and the figure of Cupid is drawn with a bandage around his eyes. Blind - yes, because he does not see what he does not like; but the sharpest-sighted hunter in the universe is Love for finding what he seeks, and only that.
Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.
Love sees clearly, and seeing, loves on. But infatuation is blind; when it gains sight, it dies.
You don't love people for what they can give you. You don't love them because of what they do for you or how good you make them look. Love is blind, love does not boast, love is not vain.
He sees himself in his lover as if in a mirror, not knowing whom he sees, And when they are together, he too is released from pain, and when apart, he longs as he himself is longed for; for reflected in his heart is love's image, which is love's answer. But he calls it, and believes it, not love but friendship.
Whoever said love is blind is dead wrong. Love is the only thing that lets us see each other with the remotest accuracy.
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