Quotes About Innocence

La sencillez y la inocencia no saben apreciar su sagrado valor. No saben que la modestia y la humildad son supremos dones de la generosa naturaleza .

Good children's literature appeals not only to the child in the adult, but to the adult in the child.

Nur wo du bist sei alles, immer kindlich, So bist du alles, bist unüberwindlich.

Nas?l da çocuk gibi oluyoruz bazen! Nas?l da ?iddetle arzuluyoruz bir bak???!

Dio solo sa che cosa voglia dire sedersi, essere dinnanzi a una creatura incantevole e non poter porgerle la mano, nonostante l'afferrare sia l'impulso più naturale fra gli uomini. I bambini non allungano la mano verso tutto quello che colpisce i loro sensi?

Heidi came running in, "Grandfather can the sun still laugh at me? she asked

The horse through all its trials has preserved the sweetness of paradise in its blood.

It is more important that innocence be protected than it is that guilt be punished, for guilt and crimes are so frequent in this world that they cannot all be punished. But if innocence itself is brought to the bar and condemned, perhaps to die, then the citizen will say, 'whether I do good or whether I do evil is immaterial, for innocence itself is no protection,' and if such an idea as that were to take hold in the mind of the citizen that would be the end of security whatsoever.

It is more important that innocence be protected than it is that guilt be punished, for guilt and crimes are so frequent in this world that they cannot all be punished. But if innocence itself is brought to the bar and condemned, perhaps to die, then the citizen will say, 'whether I do good or whether I do evil is immaterial, for innocence itself is no protection,' and if such an idea as that were to take hold in the mind of the citizen that would be the end of security whatsoever.

A little bunny or some kind of ferret was probably there too, and bore witness as only rodents can.

The genius of Cornell is that he sees and enables us to see with the eyes of childhood, before our vision got clouded by experience, when objects like a rubber ball or a pocket mirror seemed charged with meaning, and a marble rolling across a wooden floor could be as portentous as a passing comet.

just as children imagine a prayer / is merely silence...

Happiness was different in childhood. It was so much then a matter simply of accumulation, of taking things - new experiences, new emotions - and applying them like so many polished tiles to what would someday be the marvellously finished pavilion of the self.

Jim Williams's guilt or innocence is no longer the issue," he said. "Spencer Lawton's incompetence is the issue.

That you are a worldly adult,' she said. 'You have spent your whole life letting go of the innocent dreams that made your childhood so warm and hopeful and full of certainty. Dream by dream you let them go. We all do it, to shield ourselves from disappointment. It's easy to shed them. Not so easy to get them back.

To remain innocent may also be to remain ignorant.

What is the boy now, who has lost his ball,...I am not a little boy.

Despite the mayhem that followed, Bruno found that he was still holding Shmuel's hand in his own and nothing in the world would have persuaded him to let go.

He looked down and did something quite out of character for him: he took hold of Shmuel's tiny hand in his and squeezed it tightly. "You're my best friend, Shmuel," he said. "My best friend for life.

Very slowly he turned his head back to look at Shmuel, who wasn't crying anymore, merely staring at the floor and looking as if he was trying to convince his soul not to live inside his tiny body anymore, but to slip away and sail to the door and rise up into the sky, gliding through the clouds until it was very far away.'' -The Boy in the Striped Pajamas

Bruno: Why do you wear pajamas all day? Shmuel: The soldiers. They took all our clothes away. Bruno: My dad's a soldier, but not the sort that takes people's clothes away.

Children are natural Zen masters; their world is brand new in each and every moment.

We look for romance in the well-cultivated garden-plots, and when it springs out of virgin soil we are surprised, though any fool might know it was the natural place for it.

I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below—above the vaulted sky.