Quotes About Innocence

Youngsters of the age of two and three are endowed with extraordinary strength. They can lift a dog twice their own weight and dump him into the bathtub.

There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.

We cannot sacrifice innocent human life now for vague and exaggerated promises of medical treatments thirty of forty years from now. There are ways to pursue this technology and respect life at the same time.

My mind held fast to that hot morning and the moment of coolness in the cabin. I could so easily re-enact every moment. Again-why had I gone back to exchange the beautiful charts at that precise moment? How many times would I, in whatever innocence, be compelled to choose the right time?

I have always loved the Brownies so much, and so earnestly wished to believe in them, that I have taught myself to do so, and I want other to have that same pleasure.

L'infanzia smette ufficialmente quando si aggiunge il primo zero agli anni. Smette ma non succede niente, si sta dentro lo stesso corpo di marmocchio inceppato delle altre estati, rimescolato dentro e fermo fuori.

Me ne stavo rinchiuso nell'infanzia per balia asciutta avevo la stanzetta dove dormivo sotto i castelli di libri di mio padre. Salivano da terra sul soffitto, erano torri, cavalli e fanti di una scacchiera messa in verticale. Di notte entravano nei sogni le polveri di carta. Nell'infanzia ai piedi dei libri, gli occhi non conoscevano le lacrime.

La primera pareja humana, creada en un jardín el sexto día, tuvo por encima de ella la primera noche inconmensurable. Sin saberlo elllos, despuntó en sus cuerpos el apetito, la sed, el entusiasmo y el soeño. (...) no sabian si regresaría el sol, de modo que se abrazaron. Las bocas se vieron juntas e inventaron el beso, el primer fruto del conocimiento.

Though a child, I did not picture a monster—he was no creature all teeth, all vicious blue eyes behind mangled wire spectacles; his voice was not slow and reptilian, his hands not huge black claws. I knew the nature of evil; I knew its benign, easy face. He would be a man, simply.

Children know everything about beauty," Titch countered softly. "It is adults who have forgotten.

Erasmus and I used to watch her as she sat for her Italian lessons in the afternoon. She was the most beautiful creature we knew. You were children, his father said. You knew nothing of beauty. Children know everything about beauty, Titch countered softly. It is adults who have forgotten.

Sometimes...I will stand ...and look upon the babe's face at a distance. I almost cannot bear it: the soft skin, the tenderness, the eyes so guileless and trusting. I would almost wish the innocent to be stricken at once, there, in God's house. To keep such purity intact. From the arms of God to the arms of God.

One may write about the child one was with the same freedom that a novelist creates a character. There is no fear of egotism, for the portrait is one of faint colors, and the incidents that crowd in on any small life are incidents of childhood rather than of a particular child.

None of the seven is really good, for the excellent reason that Australian children never are.

Quite a warm friendship had sprung up during the month between the little fair-faced girl, who looked with such serene blue eyes to a future she felt must be beautiful, and the world-worn man, who looked back to a past all blackened and unlovely by his own acts.

Australian girls nearly always begin to think of 'lovers and nonsense', as middlefolks call it, long before their English aged sisters do... And herein lies the chief defect of the very young Australian girl. She is like a peach; a beautiful, smooth, rich peach, that has come to ripeness, almost in a day, and that hastens to rub off the soft, delicate bloom that is its chief charm, just to show its bright, warm colouring more clearly.

Something in me died at Peleliu. Perhaps it was the childish innocence that accepted as faith the claim that Man is basically good. Possibly I lost faith that politicians in high places, who do not have to endure war's savagery, will ever stop blundering and sending others to endure it.

The little toy dog is covered with dust,But sturdy and staunch he stands;And the little toy soldier is red with rust,And his musket molds in his hands;Time was when the little toy dog was new,And the soldier was passing fair;And that was the time when our Little Boy BlueKissed them and put them there.

We have been told the lie ever since we can remember: human beings are basically nice and good. Everyone is born equal and innocent and self-sufficient. The world is a pleasant, harmless place. We are born free. If we are in chains now, it is someone's fault, and we can correct it with just a little more intelligence or effort or time.

Childhood is the world of miracle and wonder; as if creation rose, bathed.

Childhood is the world of miracle and wonder; as if creation rose, bathed in the light, out of the darkness, utterly new and fresh and astonishing. The end of childhood is when things cease to astonish us.

Dear Diary, until now I didn't want to write about this in you because I tried to put it out of my mind, but ever since the Germans are here, all I think about is Marta. She was also just a girl, and still, the Germans killed her. But I don't want them to kill me!"

Recuerdo la nocturna procesión de niños y más niños, tan asustados, tan callados, tan bonitos. Si pudiéramos ver tan solo a uno de ellos se nos partiría el alma. En cambio a los asesinos no se les partió el alma. Más duro, sin embargo, es haberlo vivido.

Your characters have to remain innocent of what your picture is after.