Blindfolded Quotes

“I could be blindfolded and dropped into the deepest ocean and I would know where to find you. I could be buried a hundred miles underground and I would know where you are.”
― Neil Gaiman, American Gods

“This is the reason why atheists protest the “God” gene and religious will hate and
protest religion as a virus. They were blindfolded at an early age, and their psychological issues were
the blindfold. The facts are often used as weapons rather than information to convey truth.”
― Leviak B. Kelly, Religion: The Ultimate STD: Living a Spiritual Life without Dogmatics or Cultural Destruction

“Blindfolded, your feelings are enhanced. You see less, you see nothing, but you feel more. You feel everything.”
― Chloe Thurlow, Girl Trade

“Assuming things is the equivalent of sleepwalking blindfolded on a cliff edge fully expecting a safety net to be there to break the fall should you topple over the precipice. In one moment, a leap of logic becomes a fall from grace.”
― Stewart Stafford

“It is not in the gene of an Intellectually blinded person to experience the paradise in the writer's imagination.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“The seer is feared and alienated for seeing too much. And, seeing and knowing too much is deemed a punishable crime in a society where the masses are comfortable in their blindfold.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson , The Oneironaut’s Diary

“Sometimes we live as if we are blindfolded.”
― Sunday Adelaja

“He reached up for his elegant neck cloth and began to unfasten it, and she watched his long, pale, bejeweled fingers in something of a daze.
He pulled the cloth free, his shirt coming open, and she averted her gaze from the disturbing sight of his bare chest. She heard his laugh, and then his hands were on her once more, catching her shoulders and turning her around. "Don't worry, my pet. You won't be seeing anything that might shock you." And he pulled the neck cloth over her eyes, effectively blinding her.
She wanted to fight back, to struggle, but that would give him an excuse to touch her further, and the less she felt the brush of his cool fingers the better. "That's right," he said, his voice soft and approving. "Now give me your arm and we'll give you a taste of damnation."
"Do you really find blasphemy that entertaining?" she said, trying not to start when he took her hand and placed it on his arm.
"Always."
She'd never put her hand on any arm that wasn't covered by layers of clothing, including a coat. The devil who oversaw these revels, be he Monsieur le Comte or something else, wore only a thin shirt made of the finest lawn. In her sudden world of darkness she was acutely aware of the feel of his arm beneath her fingers. The sinew and bone. The unexpected warmth of his skin, when his hands and his heart were so cold.”
― Anne Stuart, Ruthless

“She went to the window and walked out into the glittering night. The city was already sleeping and the heavens took up the sound of the creatures below, the stars making a notation of their trills and bells, which rang in the darkness like glass. Whispers of Satie joined them from the room, and there seemed, in this inimitable moment, to be an agreement between time and the proximity of all things, as if clumsy humans might have a place in all this infinite, perfect darkness, if only they played at the edge. Out of sight, blindfolded, and in agreement.”
― Brian Catling, The Vorrh

“I don't consider many imaginable Things as impossible – but completing the Ancient Cave in Lufia II blindfolded, is one of them.”
― Sino Melo

“We do not always know what cake life would bake for us, but we are sure going to eat from its oven anyway.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, These Words Burn Like Fire