Quotes About Innocence

All saints should be judged guilty until proven innocent.

Only child life is real life.

I am twelve years old and have had over four hundred children. Such is the natural life of a pig.

He was not perfect; he was, remember, a little boy. Could be wild, naughty, overwrought. He was a boy. However - it must be said - he was quite a good boy.

World rips kid's guts out

What a beautiful country this must have been once, when you could hop in a coupe and buy a bag of burgers and drive, drive, drive, stopping to swim in a river or sleep in a grove of trees without worrying about intaking mutagens or having the militia arrest you and send you to the Everglades for eternity.

Then, with no change in size at all (i.e., while still child-sized), he displayed his various future-forms (forms he had, alas, never succeeded in attaining): Nervous young man in wedding-coat; Naked husband, wet-groined with recent pleasure; Young father leaping out of bed to light a candle at a child's cry; Grieving widower, hair gone white; Bent ancient fellow with an ear trumpet, athwart a stump, swatting at flies All the while seeming quite innocent of these alterations

And off they went, emitting a perfect major triad via fart-noises with their mouths

Those were comfortable, carefree years. The word I'd use now is idyllic. On Friday nights, we cheered on the Bulldogs of Midland High. On Sunday mornings, we went to church. Nobody locked their doors. Years later, when I would speak about the American Dream, it was Midland I had in mind.

Los hombres se desconocen el el bien y se aman en el mal. El bien es la hipocresia. El mal es el amor. La inocencia es el amor del pecado.

La santé c'est l'innocence organique. Elle doit être perdue, comme toute innocence, pour qu'une connaissance soit possible. Il en est de la physiologie comme de toute science, selon Aristote, elle procède de l'étonnement. Mais l'étonnement proprement vital c'est l'angoisse suscitée par la maladie.

Can there be anything more sad than a girl dying on the day of her first communion, in her new dress. A little bride of death...

O God, I love you to the edge of madness, Venetia, but I'm not mad yet--not so mad that I don't know how disastrous it might be to you--to us both! You don't realize what an advantage I should be taking of your innocence!

She thought, in touching innocence, that in Miles Calverleigh she had found a friend, and a better one by far than any other, because his mind moved swiftly, because he could make her laugh even when she was out of charity with him, and because of a dozen other attributes which were quite frivolous – hardly attributes at all, in fact – but which added up to a charming total, outweighing the more important faults in his character.

Unfortunately, you, Sir Tristram, knowing nothing of me, and being possessed of a tyrannical disposition – I beg your pardon?' 'I did not speak,' replied Sir Tristram, eyeing her frostily. Miss Thane met his look with one of limpid innocence. 'Oh, I quite thought you did!' 'I choked,' explained Sir Tristram. 'Pray continue! You had reached my tyrannical disposition.

Venetia had no guile, and no affectations; she knew the world only by the books she had read; experience had never taught her to doubt the sincerity of anyone who did her a kindness.

I just told them that dear Uncle Silas has gone away on a long journey, she said. They're such mites, you know, and I've never let them hear about Death, or have ugly toys or stories about ogres and things. I mean, I do frightfully believe in keeping their little minds free from everything but happy, beautiful things, don't you?

Lord Damerel said that he knew well that it would be *infamous* to take advantage of you, when you knew nothing about the world and had never been beyond Yorkshire, or met any other men - well, only Mr Yardley! - so that you were almost *bound* to have fallen in love with him, and how *could* you understand what it would mean to be married to a man of his reputation?

Naked children ran about playing leapfrog or football, or towing little toys about on string.

Children, as persons, are entitled to the greatest respect. Children are given to us as free-flying souls, but then we clip their wings like we domesticate the wild mallard. Children should become the role-models for us, their parents, for they are coated with the spirit from which they came- out of the ether, clean, innocent, brimming with the delight of life, aware of the beauty of the simplest thing; a snail, a bud....

where they had come from. The baker's wife saw them first, as they stood looking in at the window of her store. The little boy was looking at the cakes, the big boy was looking at the loaves of bread, and the two girls were looking at the cookies.

You will have to put your mouth right in the water. You can play you are a horse.

I think the '80s works for a TV show because it's the last time the world was simple. It was before the Internet really changed everything and made the world really small.

I never had the exposure to techniques and so forth that children have today with art workshops, but I always had crayons and pencils and still have work going right back to when I was five or six years old.