Quotes About Innocence

You know I'm old in some ways--in others--well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-- and I dread responsibility. I don't want to think about pots and kitchens and brooms. I want to worry whether my legs will get slick and brown when I swim in the summer.

Mi fa piacere che sia femmina. E spero che sarà una stupida... è la cosa migliore per una bambina, a questo mondo, una bella e piccola stupida.

I thought I was going to die right there on the spot. I've never heard anything so terrible in my whole life. I hope she is wrong and I never get a period. I am eleven years old and entirely too young to hear about it. Can you imagine my mother not knowing what Kotex are for and dusting the house with them? Well, her mother can just tell her what they are for. I'm not getting into the facts of life. I haven't heard one fact of life I like yet.

Grandma Harper has two green bottles shaped like women with black hair painted on their heads and a yellow glass colored captain's hat that she keeps her face powder in that I want too, and a picture of a naked girl in a swing, swinging way up in the air over castles in a blue sky. I don't know why I want those things, I just do.

Depression years come back to me now as the happy times, even though we were all struggling. We were happy and didn't know it.

kore hodo to / botan no shikata / suru ko kana "The peony was as big as this, "Says the little girl Opening her arms.

her most recent parts. Sometimes, she'd even show Barnaby her head shots. With the tiny tots

I had the same sensation as when we watch someone sleep. When asleep we all become children again. Perhaps because in the state of slumber we can do no wrong and are unconscious of life, the greatest criminal and most self- absorbed egotist are holy, by a natural magic, as long as they're sleeping. For me there's no discernible difference between killing a child and killing a sleeping man.

I have no philosophy, I have senses . . . If I speak of Nature it's not because I know what it is But because I love it, and for that very reason, Because those who love never know what they love Or why they love, or what love is. To love is eternal innocence, And the only innocence is not to think . .

Amar é a eterna inocência, E a única inocência não pensar...

As bolas de sabão que esta criança Se entretém a largar de uma palhinha São translucidamente uma filosofia toda.

Children are particularly literary, for they say what they feel not what someone has taught them to feel.

Grande é a poesia, a bondade e as danças… Mas o melhor do mundo são as crianças, Flores, música, o luar, e o sol, que peca Só quando, em vez de criar, seca.

Eu não tenho filosofia: tenho sentidos... Se falo na Natureza não é porque saiba o que ela é, Mas porque a amo, e amo-a por isso, Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama Nem sabe por que ama, nem o que é amar... Amar é a eterna inocência, E a única inocência não pensar...

Let me return to childhood and stay there forever, caring nothing for the values that grown men give to things or for the relationships that grown men establish between them.

Cine iubeÅŸte nu ÅŸtie nicicând ce iubeÅŸte Åži nici nu ÅŸtie de ce iubeÅŸte,nici a iubi ce va s? însemne... A iubi este începutul inocenÅ£ei Iar deplina inocen?? înseamn? a nu gândi...

The art of the child is in non-realization.

When I put away my artifices and lovingly arrange in a corner all my toys, words, images and phrases, so dear to me I feel like kissing them, then I become so small and innocuous, so alone in a room so large and sad, so profoundly sad!

Children, who want at all costs to have their way, are closest to God, for they want to exist.

Today I have only reality, and I cannot play with that … Poor child exiled in his manhood! Why did I have to grow up?

I suddenly felt something like tenderness for that man. I felt the tenderness one feels for common human banality, for the daily routine of the family breadwinner going to work, for his humble and happy home, for the happy and sad pleasures that necessarily make up his life, for the innocence of living without analysing, for the animal naturalness of that coat-covered back.

Amar es la eterna inocencia. Y la única inocencia es no pensar.

No tengo filosofía: tengo sentidos... Si hablo de la Naturaleza no es porque sepa qué es sino porque la amo, y la amo por eso, porque quien ama nunca sabe lo que ama, ni sabe por qué ama, y qué es amar... Amar es la eterna inocencia, y la única inocencia, no pensar.

Grande é a poesia, a bondade e as danças...  Mas o melhor do mundo são as crianças,  Flores, música, o luar, e o sol que peca  Só quando, em vez de criar, seca.