Quotes About Innocence

Moon In the Window I wish I could say I was the kind of child who watched the moon from her window, would turn toward it and wonder. I never wondered. I read. Dark signs that crawled toward the edge of the page. It took me years to grow a heart from paper and glue. All I had was a flashlight, bright as the moon, a white hole blazing beneath the sheets.

But terrorists—" He shook his head. "They're the parasites of the century. They want to make a statement, they simply toss a bomb or round up innocent people to hold hostage, or kill without compunction, remorse or compassion.

believe it. Sidney wouldn't hurt anyone.

Angelina Wallaby patted him twice, then sniffed him all over with her soft muzzly nose. Now her eyelashes caught in his little toes:

Nurturing. Janet remembers some of her childhood fantasies in which she was doing really terrible things to very small people, so she could cradle them like dolls afterwards.

Another of the great virtues of curiosity is that, in sexual exploration, we can become those children we once were, delightedly exploring how this feels, how that feels, giggling and writhing, asking how does my body work, how does your body work? We can unbridle our curiosity. Get silly with it. Play.

A child is a person who can't understand why someone would give away a perfectly good kitten.

Don't you understand that we need to be childish in order to understand? Only a child sees things with perfect clarity, because it hasn't developed all those filters which prevent us from seeing things that we don't expect to see.

Never go in, miss. Never say a prayer at its door. If you are angry, do not seek revenge by the Laughing Maiden stone, or at the threshold of the Tombs. There be those who listen for oaths and vows, and them that takes it quite to heart. What may be said in innocence and ire becomes flesh and blood should it be uttered in such places.

I dropped my penny in the well of dreams, Into a deep, dark, distant, delayed splash. The world was everything that thinks and seems When I was twelve years old and dogging off Into a free mind, writing reams and reams— Invisible paper, invisible ink … from "Disenchantments

No one in that room had deserved death. He

Hasta que no cambies tu vida y te vuelvas como un niño no podrás entrar al reino del cielo". Jesús.

And that is a story that no one can beat, When I say that I saw it on Mulberry Street.

Give crayons. Adults are disturbingly impoverished of these magical dream sticks.

Children raced outside. She surveyed their trail — traces of sticky fingerprints across everything, like wee poems.

Watching a child's laughter teach a candle's flame how to dance.

What is the most innocent place in any country? Is it not the insane asylum? These people drift through life truly innocent, unable to see into themselves at all.

Everyone has the heartbreak that shapes them in a way that they could never go back to the innocence that they had before.

Brigid: I haven't lived a good life - I've been bad, worse than you could know. Spade: That's good, because if you actually were as innocent as you pretend to be, we'd never get anywhere.

The facts of life are that a child who has seen war cannot be compared with a child who doesn't know what war is except from television.

Not knowing anything is the sweetest life.

How can there be too many children? That is like saying there are too many flowers.

Not the stars, not the farthest solar systems, not the millions of different species of animal life, but the child is the greatest of God's creations.

I'm a big child at heart. I think it's important to stay that way and not lose the wonder of life.