Quotes About Innocence

To every human being in prison, guilty or innocent, I would say that everything depends upon attitude. The physical body is the vehicle in which we traverse life, but our attitude is our steering wheel. In prison, people find themselves at the bottom of human existence. What a prisoner must say is, OK, whatever I've done in life has led me to where I am today. Therefore, if I want to get out of prison and stay out, I've got to turn around and go back the other way.

Great Stories for Children

Sometimes I think small children are the only sacred things left on this earth. Children and flowers.

Mozambique and Timbuctoo. We took long walks together, explored old ruins, chased butterflies and waved to passing

What's the name of the book you're reading?' I asked. 'Tom Sawyer,' he said promptly. So I signed Mark Twain in his autograph book. He seemed quite happy.

But when you're a kid it's like you're wearing these binoculars strapped to your eyes and you can't see anything except what's in the dead center of the lenses

A toy-maker made a toy wife and a toy child. He made a toy house and some toy years.

Les aseguro que a menos que ustedes cambien y se vuelvan como niños, no entrarán en el reino de los cielos. JESÚS

he yells, you run like the wind. That lad plays you like an old piano – and you know it.' 'But he's only four months old—' Edie nodded briskly.

get to fly while you're still a little

They needed a reason why a little kid would commit murder, someone or something to point the finger at, and I think they were relieved when they hit upon horror movies as the culprit. But there's no reason a child commits murder, just as there's no reason a child gets lost. What would it be - because his parents weren't watching him? That's not a reason, it's just a step in the process.

In fact, Saint Maxwell's received, and often accepted, applications from preschoolers slated to die criminal deaths. It was just a question of, well, the quality of the crime. You let in the cocaine overdoses; you kept out the crack overdoses.

War: In every war there's victims and murderers, or murderers and murderers. Either way it go's nobody wins in a war, everybody loses in a war. The victims lose their lives and the murderers lose their innocence.

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Me pregunto muchas veces si la infancia es un espejismo. Recurro tantas veces a ella que me da miedo pensar que posiblemente la haya deformado o idealizado. Desde que tengo conciencia de mí misma, he sabido que quería hacerme mayor viviendo como cuando era niña. Volverme adulta haciendo el camino a la inversa, regresar a lo que me rodeaba y me hizo tener tanto apego al campo. Soy lo que soy gracias a la infancia.

A walk with a two-year-old is very Zen; it is not about the end but the journey. He needs to pet the dog someone is walking; to roll down the slight incline to the church basement, and then roll again, and again, and again; to remind me of the place where the wasps (he calls them bees) live, then zoom past it.

I am a child who is getting on.

Little girls are cute and small only to adults. To one another they are not cute. They are life sized.

Maybe I don't really want to know what's going on. Maybe I'd rather not know. Maybe I couldn't bear to know. The Fall was a fall from innocence to knowledge.

I learned about religion the way most children learned about sex, [in the schoolyard]. . . . They terrified me by telling me there was a dead man in the sky watching everything I did and I retaliated by explaining where babies came from. Some of their mothers phoned mine to complain, though I think I was more upset than they were: they didn't believe me but I believed them.

She looks like a very young old person, or a very old young person; but then, she's looked that way ever since she was two.

On the edge of sleep I thought: It's as if I never existed, because no trace of me remains, I have left no marks. And that way I cannot be followed. It is almost the same as being innocent. And then I slept.

but nothing I ever gave was good for you; it was like white bread to goldfish. they cram and cram, and it kills them, and they drift in the pool, belly-up, making stunned faces and playing on our guilt as if their own toxic gluttony was not their own fault there you are, still outside the window, still with your hands out, still pallid and fish-eyed, still acting stupidly innocent and starved.

There I am, in the Grade Six class picture, smiling broadly. Happy as a clam , is what my mother says for happy. I am happy as a clam: hardshelled, firmly closed.