Blind Love Quotes

“She didn't see it because when it came to love, she saw what she wanted to see.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“Love teaches a good person to do bad and a bad person to do good.”
― Heenashree Khandelwal

“The heart fools the mind, where eyes went deaf to words, that fell on blinded ears to easy to fall in love.”
― Anthony Liccione

“Falling in love can be likened to someone, falling from a high building. The possible result will be unconsciousness if not death. Take it that, anybody that falls in love is either unconscious or dead.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“She had not always known the shape of him. She had loved the version of him she'd constructed for herself. She had admired him. She had idolized him. She adored an idea of him, an archetype, a version of him that was invulnerable.”
― R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

“People in blind love throw away common sense, conscience and comedy from the life.”
― Amit Kalantri

“I love you madly, forever.”
― Crystal Woods, Write like no one is reading

“The heart, so small, yet, able to grow so large, sometimes always wants to take or give more than can be managed successfully. Thanks to the rational head, though, it's always there to save her from taking more than she can contain
. . . .
or so it thinks.”
― Ufuoma Apoki

“I had to face it - there were warning signs I chose to ignore when I first fell in love with him”
― Holly Peterson

“Love is not blind.
Love sees everything and says yes to it all.”
― Scott Stabile

“She had not always known the shape of him. She had loved the version of him. She idolized him. She adored him an idea of him, an archetype, a version of him that invulnerable.
But now she knew the truth, she knew the realness of Altan and his vulnerabilities and most of all his pain... and still she loved him.”
― R. F. Kuang

“Love is not blind; love sees, love knows, love hears. Yet, love decides to let go.”
― John Joclebs Bassey, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“People change, though, don't you think?" Hatsumi asked. "You mean, like, they go out into society and get a kick up the arse and grow up?" "Yeah. And if he's away from me for a long time, his feelings for me could change, don't you think?" "Maybe, if he were an ordinary guy," I said. "But he's different. He's incredibly strong-willed - stronger than you or I can imagine. And he only makes himself stronger with every day that goes by. If something smashes into him, he just works to make himself stronger. He'd eat slugs before he'd back down to anyone. What do you expect to get from a man like that?" "But there's nothing I can do but wait for him," said Hatsumi with her chin in her hand. "You love him that much?" "I do," she answered without a moment's hesitation. "Oh boy," I said with a sigh, drinking down the last of my beer. "It must be a wonderful thing to be so sure that you love somebody." "I'm a stupid, old-fashioned girl," she said. "Have another beer?”
― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

“I allowed you to paint me as a fool, when all my love was true to you, and as you laughed as if I was the fool, the real joke was you.”
― Mireya Rios, Painted Love

“my dream of you had me blinded by the reality of what you really were”
― Alana Martin

“Then he felt her lips glide slowly down the side of his face until they reached his waiting mouth. Passion raced through their hands and lips as they kissed with an intensity that told him she had dreamed of this as much as he had. She clutched at his waistcoat; his hands clasped her waist, in turn, as though with a will of their own. He couldn't fight it anymore.
When he pulled her astride his lap, she did not protest. His heartbeat slammed as she lifted her arms around his neck and went on kissing him endlessly.
He felt the softness of her lush breasts against his chest and reveled in the intoxicating glide of her sweet tongue caressing his. He could not believe she was doing it, but could not bear for her to stop.
Want raged in his blood, swelling his member to full arousal as she knelt across his lap. He knew the moment she discovered it there, waiting for her, throbbing between her legs; he felt the fiery thrill of her excitement in response. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
He absorbed in delight her sharp intake of breath when the gentle pressure of his hands on her hips guided her needy core against the hardened ridge of flesh straining the placket of his trousers.
She moaned against his mouth as she began rocking slowly against him. Instinctually, her body knew what to do with him. Rohan began unfastening the back of her dress before he even noticed what he was doing. He didn't care anymore. He could not contain himself. Every atom of his being had to feel her bare, silken back beneath his hands.
A moment later, her loosened bodice crumpled down about her elbows. He ran his hands hungrily up and down her naked back, then he took her now-exposed breasts in both of his hands. She did not protest but welcomed his touch with a dreamy smile. At the back of his mind, he wondered what the hell he was doing.
She kissed him again, and tugged away the length of black cord binding his hair as she did so. She drove him slightly mad raking her fingers through his hair. Breathing heavily, he dragged his mouth away from hers and lowered his head to taste the milky throat that had tormented him for so long.
She sighed with pleasure as he sucked and kissed her neck. She hugged his head and, beneath her skirts, spread her legs wider to sit more firmly on his lap.”
― Gaelen Foley, My Dangerous Duke

“They say love is blind. They don't know.”
― Juliet Castle, The Silent Partner And Other Stories Of Truth

“You, who use the eyes to find love, are truly blind.”
― RJ Intindola – (Gandolfo) – 1981

“Generosity was an art, it seemed, that needed honing, cultivating---like floriculture. But just now she'd been blunt as borage. Austere as thistle. But perhaps sweetbrier, too, during in order to heal?”
― Jeanette Lynes, The Apothecary's Garden