Quotes About Innocence

When I was a little kid I thought like a little kid, but now I'm five I know everything

No one has yet fully realized the wealth of sympathy, kindness and generosity hidden in the soul of a child. The effort of every true education should be to unlock that treasure.

No one has yet realized the wealth of sympathy, the kindness, and generosity hidden in the soul of a child. The effort of every true education should be to unlock that treasure.

Well, there's nothing more touching than putting a smile on a kid's face when you can.

This morning, I went to wipe my hands on a tea towel, and while I was using it, it seemed like it felt a bit light. I unfolded it and realized my daughter had cut little bits out of it to make frocks for her dolls!

We were raised without movies, theater or music. We had only nature, the hills, the trees. When I got on the set of 'Manon ' I wasn't star-struck because I didn't know what a star was.

I was the kid next door's imaginary friend.

Suddenly, as they walked with their buckets, it was not the child in each face that she sought, but the Wonder that had raised itself on to its two feet, that had learnt to walk, to run, that had spoken, that had got in touch with life under her hand.

But now, at the table, behind the fall of the tablecloth, behind the sheath of skin, hanging head downwards between cliffs of bone, was the baby, its arms all but clasped about its neck, its face aslant upon its arms, hair painted upon its skull, closed, secret eyes, a diver poised in albumen, ancient and epic, shot with delicate spasms, as old as Pharaoh in its tomb.

So the dogs stood for a moment – the one prone under Lassie's stiff paw, the other cleaning himself with an air that seemed to say: "I didn't have anything to do with this whole affair at all!

I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another.

You see a child play, and it is so close to seeing an artist paint, for in play a child says things without uttering a word. You can see how he solves his problems. You can also see what's wrong. Young children, especially, have enormous creativity, and whatever's in them rises to the surface in free play.

Cherishing the sweet reminiscence of the early hours of life can be experienced as real enchantment: Those hours when fantasy is given wings and imagination allows us to sail with our paper boats through the stern roads of our constricted life. ( "Paper boats forever" )

Goosekit whimpered and buried his nose under his thick gray tail. The

Spottedkit, Redkit, and Willowkit sat like three baby owls outside the nursery, their eyes fixed on the moss as the older kits tossed it back and forth. Bluefur

Runningkit and Mousekit, three moons older, were teasing them by flicking lumps of snow at them and then looking innocent when the kits skidded to a halt to complain.

It doesn't even look as if it'll be that hard," Oatpaw added as he peered out at the stoats. "They're kind of . . . cute!

If people are going to keep a journal, they should do it when they're little, where all the good things happen, before life starts kicking you in the ass and in the head and every other places.

Tuesday, November 17th. 1896 ... I remember I used to half believe and wholly play with fairies when I was a child. What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood, tempered and balanced by knowledge and common-sense.

What heaven can be more real than to retain the spirit-world of childhood?

If I have done anything, even a little, to help small children enjoy honest, simple pleasures, I have done a bit of good.

Have you noticed that when someone wants to express that something tastes extra specially wonderful, they will often invoke childhood?

There is in youth a purity of character which, when once touched and defiled, can never be restored; a fringe more delicate than frost-work, and which, when torn and broken, can never be re-embroidered.

There is but one resource for innocence among men or women, and that is an embargo upon all commerce of bad men.