Quotes About Innocence

I was wrong to grow older. Pity. I was so happy as a child.

Estos días azules y este sol de infancia

una muchacha de unos diecisiete años con un pelo castaño enrulado y deshecho por la brisa, unos ojos marrones tristes y seguros, rotundos como ciruelas, un cuello que se deslizaba hacia unos senos maliciosamente oprimidos por esa camiseta blanca con dos números menos de los precisos, dos pezones, aunque cubiertos, alborotadores, y una cintura de esas que se cogen para bailar tango hasta que la madrugada y el vino se agotan.

Nepaisant vis? baimi? ir laikinumo, gal vejami nekaltumo, o gal biologini? d?sni? buvome pasaulio valdovais.

E ho proseguito sul molo con passi pausati e lenti, cercando di non calpestare gli interstizi del lastricato, come quando ero bambino e con un ingenuo rituale provavo a regolare sulla simmetria delle pietre la mia infantile decifrazione del mondo ancora senza scansione e senza misura.

Babies are always adorable but most adults are horrible.

Babies are beautiful and adults are usually horrible.

Children see with their hearts, Adults look with their eyes and, therefore, kids can watch everyone and everything often better than grown-ups.

The people's life journey traverses from being child to being wild; the privilege is not in growing old but being able to hold the infant's nature for as many days and as much as a person can in oneself.

There's no sinner like a young saint.

There is no sinner like a young saint.

Willmore: There is no sinner like a young saint.

they crossed a drawbridge over a quiet inlet she caught sight of herself in the window and thought, Cora, close your mouth, you look like a kid on Christmas morning.

To the pure, all things are pure.

I am looking back to when I was a girl; now my body's a flash of poison on the floor.

We have no choice but to be guilty. God is unthinkable if we are innocent.

But not unusual, for good girls sometimes come to bad ends.

She looked to be maybe fifteen, give or take a year or two; still somewhere in that nether realm between childhood and womanhood. Her hair, to judge by the few unsoiled strands he could see, was an earthy brown, and her eyes shone with a blue-green hue so liquid that he almost expected to see waves. A small, ever-so-slightly upturned nose sat in the center of a slender face.

Somewhere, what with all these clouds, and all this air,There must be a rare name, somewhere… How do you like "Cloud-Cuckoo-Land"?

Children have imagination enough to grasp any idea which you present to them with honesty and without patronage.

We lived a decent and beautiful life," the old man said. "Maybe it's our innocence that irritates those who hate us so much and makes them kill us and burn us and hang us. It was a magnificent life because we lived in peace with ourselves. But we were always in the minority.

To be making books for children is to be in a sort of state of grace.

When the boys come, instead of buying Barbie dolls, all of a sudden you're into trucks and remote controls, cars and tanks. You buy building blocks and build castles and locomotives. You get into knives and later take them shooting with pistols, shotguns, and rifles. All of which made me very happy.

Kids do say the darndest things