Quotes About Innocence

Yet, distantly, or sometimes not so distantly, I can hear that child's voice—I can feel its hope, or its distress.

Annie kissed each of the little

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But her's was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while hides, but cannot tarnish its brightness.

When one creature is murdered, another is immediately deprived of life in a slow torturing manner; then the executioners, their hands yet reeking with the blood of innocence, believe that they have done a great deed.

Elizabeth also wept, and was unhappy; but her's also was the misery of innocence, which, like a cloud that passes over the fair moon, for a while hides, but cannot tarnish its brightness.

it is decided as you may have expected; all judges had rather that ten innocent should suffer, than that one guilty should escape.

The guilty are allowed, by human laws, bloody as they may be, to speak in their own defence before they are condemned.

a child fairer than a pictured cherub - a creature who seemed to shed radiance from her looks and whose form and motions were lighter than the chamois of the hills.

The guilty are allowed, by human laws, bloody as they are, to speak in their own defence before they are condemned.

this might be a beauty to send men mad. Her body was slight with a child's slenderness, but her breasts were full and pointed and her throat round as a lily stem. Her hair was rosy gold, streaming long and unbound over the golden-green robe. The large eyes that I remembered were gold-green too, liquid and clear as a stream running over mosses, and the small mouth lifted into a smile over kitten's teeth

I could not sustain the horror of my situation, and when I perceived that the popular voice and the countenances of the judges had already condemned my unhappy victim, I rushed out of the court in agony. The tortures of the accused did not equal mine; she was sustained by innocence, but the fangs of remorse tore my bosom and would not forgo their hold.

For the moment that I did believe her guilty, I felt an anguish that I could not have long sustained. Now my heart is lightened. The innocent suffers; but she whom I thought amiable and good has not betrayed the trust I reposed in her, and I am consoled.

When one creature is murdered, another is immediately deprived of life in a slow torturing manner; then the executioners, their hands yet reeking with the blood of innocence, believe that they have done a great deed. They call this retribution. Hateful name! When that word is pronounced, I know greater and more horrid punishments are going to be inflicted than the gloomiest tyrant has ever invented to satiate his utmost revenge.

Lust and greed are more gullible than innocence.

Innocence is thought charming because it offers delightful possibilities for exploitation.

There is a certain sort of innocence that comes with curiosity. Who

There's a line in one of my dad's novels about the most beautiful parts of the female anatomy being the ones that are the most innocent—the ones that have never been scandalized by nudity.

This going around with boys makes me sick, said Tacy. I like Herbert Humphreys, said Tib. It was just like Tib to like a boy and say so. Oh, if you have to have a boy around, it might as well be Herbert, said Betsy, who liked him too. He wears cute clothes, said Tacy, blushing. Herbert Humphreys, who had come to Deep Valley from St. Paul, wore knickerbockers. The other boys in their grade wore plain short pants.

In the little yellow cottage which had once been the Ray house, lights were shining. It could almost have been home still. Betsy and Tacy could almost have been children again. "I wish I still lived there," said Betsy, hugging Tacy, partly from love and partly from cold. "It's such trouble to grow up.

The five-year-olds were the most important members of the large doll families. Everything pleasant happened to them. They had all the adventures.

Why doesn't Tacy like boys?' asked Alice. 'But I do like them,' protested Tacy. 'I just don't think they are little tin gods.

Were you playing with Stuart? she asked. The question was loaded. I was a filthy, filthy woman, and even the five-year-old knew it.

The audience looked at him. They felt he had no chance. They could drop the nameless resentment, the sense of insecurity which he aroused in most people. And so, for the first time, they could see him as he was: a man totally innocent of fear.