Quotes About Innocence

With the innocence of the dead, who no longer mind being observed, the people in the photographs gazed out on the professors' barely contained enthusiasm.

Nothing lasts, the purely loving gestures of children tumble into the void.

Soñé que un hombre volvía la vista atrás, sobre el paisaje anamórfico de los sueños, y que su mirada era dura como el acero pero igual se fragmentaba en múltiples miradas cada vez más inocentes, cada vez más desvalidas.

The truth is we never stop being children, terrible children covered in sores and knotty veins and tumors and age spots, but ultimately children.

What child unable to sleep on a warm summer night hasn't thought he saw Peter Pan's sailing ship in the sky? I will teach you to see that ship.

One learns one's mystery at the price of one's innocence.

There's something about seeing people when they have just wake up--before they have a chance to put on the face they show everyone else. There's like this last hint of innocence.

Vengeance took no account of innocence or right. It was the chain that bound horrific events together, that decreed that one awful act must beget another worse one that would lead to yet a third. It came to me, slowly, that this chain would never end.

His heart had pounded with joy at the thought that he might catch her, might playfully hold her in his arms, for just a moment. They were children, I suddenly saw, children at play, only a handful of years older than I was now. They had never grown older, neither one of them, not really. All their lives she had remained that girl to him, that wondrous girl just a few years older than he was, but so worldly wise, so female to all that was so male in his life.

luck belongs to children and madmen.

Oh, I think that children pray so, to find a lost doll or that Father will bring home a good haul of fish, or that no one will discover a forgotten chore. Children think they know what is best for themselves, and do not fear to ask the divine for it. But I have been a man for many years, and I should be shamed if I did not know better by now.

Be damned for a ram as deeply as a lamb.

When I was little, I used to think that the sky at night was a big, black blanket that separated heaven from earth, and the stars were a whole bunch of little pin holes that the angels poked in the blanket so they could look down on us.

their childhoods. How ridiculous to think there was some

Our toddlers speak of plants and animals as if they were people, extending to them self and intention and compassion---until we teach them not to.

toddlers speak of plants and animals as if they were people, extending to them self and intention and compassion—until we teach them not to.

Our toddlers speak of plants and animals as if they were people, extending to them self and intention and compassion—until we teach them not to. We quickly retrain them and make them forget.

Our mental maps had all the landmarks we kids needed:

Daddy? Daddy, I know the baby is in the mommy"s tummy and the baby comes out of the mommy"s tummy, but, Daddy? How do that baby get in the mommy"s tummy?

How many infants are born each day - innocent, sweet, boundless - only to be ruined by the very people who have given them life?

Catherine and watch my legal troubles go away. Or

Good people can't imagine evil. It catches us by surprise, and it always will.

We may not be perfect, but we're good, and good people can't imagine evil. It catches us by surprise, and it always will. We don't know the first thing about the kind of evil that would sacrifice a child.

Jack Newlin had no choice but to frame himself for murder.