Quotes About Innocence

For this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people

I'd give all the wealth that years have piled, the slow result of life's decay, To be once more a little child for one bright summer day.

We are but older children, dear, Who fret to find our bedtime near.

Once she remembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people.

One thing was certain, that the white kitten had had nothing to do with it-- it was the black kitten's fault entirely.

Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through the land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast - And half believe it true.

I HAVE tasted eggs, certainly,' said Alice, who was a very truthful child; 'but little girls eat eggs quite as much as serpents do, you know.' 'I don't believe it,' said the Pigeon; 'but if they do, why then they're a kind of serpent, that's all I can say.

One thing was certain, that the WHITE kitten had had nothing to do with it:—it was the black kitten's fault entirely. For the white kitten had been having its face washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering); so you see that it COULDN'T have had any hand in the mischief.

Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood:

the English novel is childish because what is desired is not maturity and wisdom but a return to the safety and innocence of childhood—

Children yet, the tale to hear, Eager eye and willing ear, Lovingly shall nestle near. In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream— Lingering in the golden gleam— Life, what is it but a dream?

Perhaps this is how girls fall -- not in some crime of enchantment at the hands of a wicked ne'er-do-well, a grand before and after in which they are innocent victims who have no say in the matter. Perhaps they simply are kissed and want to kiss back. Perhaps they even kiss first. And why should they not?

Wanna rock you, girl, with a butterfly tunic. / No, I'm not gay, I'm just your emo enuch. / Gonna smile real shy, won't cop a feel, / 'cause I'm your virgin crush, your supersafe deal. / Let those other guys keep sexing. / You and me, we be texting / 'bout unicorns and rainbows and our perfect love. / Girl, we fit together like a hand in a glove. / Now I don't mean that nasty, tell your mum don't get mad. / I even wrote 'You're awesome' on your maxi pads.

When did you become a cynic?" Sam asked. Evie smiled. "When I found out I was a little girl.

Sam grabbed one of Jericho's Civil War soldier figurines and held it up to his mouth. Oh, Jericho, he said in a high-pitched voice. Take me in your arms, you big he-man, you!

No se puede culpar a un chico por besar a la muchacha más hermosa de Nueva York.

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; / Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, / The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere / The ceremony of innocence is drowned; / The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity,'" Memphis quoted. "W. B. Yeats. 'The Second Coming.

How anybody in town could think me a murderer when I couldn't even throw a stray out into the rain, I cannot fathom.

Without thinking about what she was doing, she pulled blueberries from the icebox and peaches from the fruit bin. She might have only been seven years old, but she was smart enough to know that her mother would have a fit if she pulled out knives, or did anything near the two-burner hot plate. Instead, Portia, pulled the peaches apart, catching the sticky-sweet juice on her tongue as it ran down her fingers. She found a slice of angel food cake wrapped in plastic and plopped the fruit on top.

considers this case a slam dunk." "So you're pleading not guilty," Quincy said.

Just because you haven't gotten caught, doesn't mean you're innocent." "And just because you're suspicious, doesn't mean I'm guilty.

Terms like that, 'Humane Society,' are devised with people like me in mind, who don't care to dwell on what happens to the innocent.

Who is not attracted by bright and pleasant children, to prattle, to creep, and to play with them?

Toys are intriguing, and I want to see what I can do with them. On a deeper level, they represent one way that society socializes its young