Quotes About Innocence

Ti nejnevinnÄ›jÅ¡í, zasko?ení ve svém pokojném srdci, náhle blednou nebo se ?ervenají pod ranou, jež je zasáhne, napÃ…â"¢imují se nebo se hroutí, protestují nebo ml?í, když mají mluvit, nebo mlubí, když mají ml?et, nebo z?stávají klidní, když se mají potit, nebo se potí, když nemají - a vypadají pak najednou jako viníci.

Hay momentos en los que la excesiva inocencia parece tan monstruosa que se vuelve odiosa

He {Erik} filled Christine's mind through the terror with which he inspired her, but the dear child's heart belonged wholly to the Vicomte Raoul de Chagny. While they played about like an innocent engaged couple on the upper floors of the opera, to avoid the monster, they little suspected that someone was watching over them.

They are but children.

In childhood, one imagines that any door unopened may open upon a wonder, a place different from all the places one knows. That is because in childhood it has so often proved to be so; the child, knowing nothing of any place except his own, is astonished and delighted by novel sights that an adult would readily have anticipated.

A child, not knowing what is extraordinary and what commonplace, usually lights midway between the two, finds interest in incidents adults consider beneath notice, and calmly accepts the most improbable occurrences.

Nice people were not supposed to be able to recognize certain things, because they were supposed to be so untainted that they couldn't even think about them.

Look well that you unto no vice assent, lest you be damned for your evil intent. For she who does so is a traitor, certainly. And take heed of what I shall say: of all the treasons, the greatest wickedness is the betrayal of innocence.

Los griegos han tenido eticidad; pero Sócrates se propuso enseñarles las virtudes, los deberes, etc., morales, que tiene el hombre. El hombre moral no es el que quiere y hace lo justo; no es el hombre inocente, sino el que tiene conciencia de su acción.

I like flowers, I also like children, but I do not chop their heads off and keep them in bowls of water around the house.

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.

The solid earth sways like the treacherous sea beneath the feet of men and spirits alike when the innocent are slain in the name of law, and their wrongs are undone by slandering the pure of heart.

I think that his innocence has a great deal to do with his suggestions of sexual revolution. Such a man is comparatively audacious in theory because he is comparatively clean in thought. Powerful men who have powerful passions use much of their strength in forging chains for themselves; they alone know how strong the chains need to be. But there are other souls who walk the woods like Diana, with a sort of wild chastity.

I was a hip kid. When I saw Bambi it was the midnight show.

Blameless people are always the most exasperating.

There is one order of beauty which seems made to turn heads. It is a beauty like that of kittens, or very small downy ducks making gentle rippling noises with their soft bills, or babies just beginning to toddle.

In old days there were angels who came and took men by the hand and led them away from the city of destruction. We see no white-winged angels now. But yet men are led away from threatening destruction: a hand is put into theirs, which leads them forth gently towards a calm and bright land, so that they look no more backward; and the hand may be a little child's.

Childhood has no forebodings; but then, it is soothed by no memories of outlived sorrow.

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it.

So much of our early gladness vanishes utterly from our memory: we can never recall the joy with which we laid our heads on our mother's bosom or rode on our father's back in childhood. Doubtless that joy is wrought up into our nature, as the sunlight of long-past mornings is wrought up in the soft mellowness of the apricot, but it is gone for ever from our imagination, and we can only BELIEVE in the joy of childhood.

A toddling little girl is a center of common feeling which makes the most dissimilar people understand each other.

What can promote innocent mirth, and I may say virtue, more than a good riddle?

But you're a naughty girl. Last holidays you licked the paint off my lozenge box, and the holidays before that you let the boat drag my fish-line down when I'd set you to watch it, and you pushed your head through my kite, all for nothing.

Fred at six years old thought her the nicest girl in the world, making her his wife with a brass ring which he had cut from an umbrella.