Quotes About Innocence

A Boy Out of the noise of tired people working, Harried with thoughts of war and lists of dead, His beauty met me like a fresh wind blowing, Clean boyish beauty and high-held head. Eyes that told secrets, lips that would not tell them, Fearless and shy the young unwearied eyes-- Men die by millions now, because God blunders, Yet to have made this boy he must be wise.

Only In Sleep Only in sleep I see their faces, Children I played with when I was a child, Louise comes back with her brown hair braided, Annie with ringlets warm and wild. Only in sleep Time is forgotten -- What may have come to them, who can know? Yet we played last night as long ago, And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair. The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces, I met their eyes and found them mild -- Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder, And for them am I too a child?

Only in sleep I see their faces, Children I played with when I was a child, Louise comes back with her brown hair braided, Annie with ringlets warm and wild. Only in sleep Time is forgotten– What may have come to them, who can know? Yet we played last night as long ago, And the doll-house stood at the turn of the stair. The years had not sharpened their smooth around faces, I met their eyes and found them mild– Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder, And for them am I, too, a child?

The years had not sharpened their smooth round faces, I met their eyes and found them mild— Do they, too, dream of me, I wonder, And for them am I too a child?

I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.

She wanted to fall into that smile. It made her want to frolic through fields with him, and Kayla had never frolicked through a field in her life.

People think that children don't know anything. It's enough to make you wonder if grownups were ever children once upon a time.

I loved being a child. If I do have a talent, it's not so much being an artist, but it's being able to remember back to that time.

Don't ever lose that innocent laughter, don't let time take that away

Only the children know what they are looking for. They waste their time over a rag doll and it becomes very important to them; and if anybody takes it away from them, they cry.

When a new baby laughs for the first time a new fairy is born, and as there are always new babies there are always new fairies.

Fortunately, the courts discharged me every time after they understood what I had done.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy and the world begins lying about us pretty soon afterward.

Dear, sweet, unforgettable childhood! Why does this irrevocable time, forever departed, seem brighter, more festive and richer than it actually was?

The protected place in space and time that we once called childhood has grown shorter.

By the time I'm nine I know the world is a dangerous place. I've heard whispers about razorblades in apples, about Charlie Manson and his family. But no one is offering any clear information.

Each time a new baby is born there is a possibility of reprieve. Each child is a new being, a potential prophet, a new spiritual prince, a new spark of light precipitated into the outer darkness.

The quality of artistry is the capacity to assume innocence at will, the quality of experiencing innocence as if for the first time.

Notice, for example, that people who talk about "the joys of childhood" are always adults. Only an adult, utterly remote from the reality of childhood, could suppose it is time of joys.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close upon the growing boy.

When I was a child, I used to cry all the time.

Children never lie...I remember my daughter standing in her crib the first time I gave her caviar. I put it on bread. She ate it and said, "Encore, Papa."

Innocence is drowned in anarchy. The best lack conviction given time to think, and the worst are full of passion without mercy.

Kids play make-believe all the time, so they tend to be better at using their imaginations than adults.