Love Is Not Blind Novels & Stories

Lee began but she placed her hand on his. "No honey, this needs to be said." She looked at everyone around the table. Macey gave her a look of approval. Tory allowed her eyes to rest on Rosalind. "I'm not going to meet a man that is visually impaired and just because I fall head over heels in love with him immediately know everything there is to know about his blindness. But Lee is a great teacher. He's taught me how to dance like I'm Portuguese, and how not to move the furniture. He's taught me how to accept…my shortcomings. I've taught him things too. I've taught him that his inability to see does not impact the love that a woman can have for him. Somehow I don't think he's learned that fr

A crumpled bedsheet. The caption read: [Finally… with the love of my life.]

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

“Just sleep, Tris, please.” I pressed down. Not hard, not enough to hurt, just enough to stop the thrashing. Just enough to make him stop shaking. Just enough to make him sleep. Just enough to quiet the voice that had taken him from me. But he struggled again, his hands gripping my arms, eyes wide and wet. “Adrian,” he whispered. “I love you.” The words shattered me. My hands stilled for a second. I wanted to stop, to pull back—but he jerked again, and instinct took over. My claws flexed. Just hold him still, just until he stopped fighting, until he slept.

“With or without her, it wouldn’t have changed my mind. There’s nothing in this world that would make me reverse a promise I had to myself over thirty years ago and if you think otherwise, you’re fucking dumb.” “The thing with love is that it makes you blind and only people with keen eyes can see the mistakes you make. If she wasn’t in the picture, you’d have come with us and that’s why we had to take care of her too.”

Of course, that's how he felt whenever he was talking to his two eternal gifts. “I don't like that brand name.” A forced smile pushed the corners of her mouth, but she swallowed them in shrugs. “Maybe The Caths’ would do.” she smiled. His face read nothingness. His insides shrieked words he did not wish to admit they were true. Yes, men's love lies not in their minds nor hearts, but in their eyes. Love blinds, but time cures, while love magnifies beauty, time on the other hand reveals the ugly.

I could already feel her tears wetting my shoulder. "I love you", She said and I amusedly asked her "Again?" "My day isn't complete if I don't tell you I LOVE YOU", Her words made me drown in the pool of desires. Her eyes were conveying thousands of words to me and I was reading them silently. I laughed at people who said that love is blind. I want to tell them, "Blind are those people who never loved" We are together because of the Universe. The universe selected her for me and made me by the very dust of the galaxies only for her.

Lynnet said defiantly. "We'll see about that," Lynda replied. She wished in her heart that she hadn't made a mistake and that Christian would recognize her. Love, which they paint blind, is seer and discerning, for the lover sees things which the indifferent do not see, and therefore he loves. José Ortega and Gasset.

There was no way I could push her away. “Do you love her?” The question caught me off guard, but I quickly brushed it off. “What has love got to do with this?” “I have seen something like this before, love makes men blind, Vince.” His words cut deep into my head. “In our world, blindness is fatal.” “I will consider your warning.” I said finally, keeping my tone guarded. “But I do not run from shadows and if there is truth to what you say, I will face it head on. With her beside me if necessary.”

she finally said. My head snapped toward her, my words coming out sharper than I intended. "What did you just say?" Her expression didn't waver a bit. Not even a flicker. She simply watched me with calm, knowing eyes. "Love is blind, they say. Gosh, it sounds funny, even to me," she continued evenly. "But it's true. I see it in your eyes, girl." My lips parted as I attempted to protest–to deny it or argue, but nothing came out.