Quotes About Innocence

Baseball was made for kids, and grown-ups only screw it up.

I'n'I nah come to fight flesh and blood, But spiritual wickedness in 'igh and low places. So while they fight you down, Stand firm and give Jah thanks and praises. 'Cos I'n'I no expect to be justified by the laws of men - by the laws of men. Oh, true they have found me guilty, But through - through Jah proved my innocency.

I think you should be a child for as long as you can. I have been successful for 74 years being able to do that.

Dean Owen did what a lot of reporters seem to have forgotten how to do these days, he asked the people who were there that awful day what they saw and how they felt. This is a must-read for anyone who wants a better understanding of what happened on the weekend that America lost its innocence. A terrific read.

Whether we knew many who died on September 11 or personally knew none, we all lost something on that day. Innocence. Security. A trust that our homeland would always be safe.

He did so innocently, without intention or design.

He doesn't know the meaning of the word fear, but then again he doesn't know the meaning of most words.

I want to write a book of poetry, as well as children's stories.

His polish-black hair was so silky that my first impulse was to stroke it. That's what beauty does to us. Our first thought is that of the child. Touch it. Make it mine. But the child grows up and learns what happens when you reach for those bright balloons bursting with colour.

Wisdom is the recovery of innocence at the far end of experience

Got 'ny sense! See here, bub, does your mother know you're out?

Love of children is the homage of the heart to unsullied purity. Indeed, children are the bright side of life. From our sins and sorrows, how refreshing is it to turn to their artless ways and purer joys! Would that they could all be so educated, as not, in their after-years, to darken life by their offenses!

On the news, the neighbors are always like, 'Gee, I didn't know that nice man was chopping up little kids—he always seemed so polite.' But you go back, you ask their schoolteachers, you ask their childhood friends, they almost always tell a different story. They're never surprised.

She rose. Lindsey was pretty in a way that only the young are, with that enthusiasm and smile that belong exclusively to the innocent or the cult recruiter.

And Sarah? She is strictly by the book. If Burroughs was set up, if he didn't do it, I'm not like that guy in The Fugitive—remember that movie?

The boys ran and played with such wonderful abandonment. Adults could never play like that.

Max emerged in the second exodus. When Grace saw her son—one sneaker lace untied, his Yu-Gi-Oh! backpack looking four sizes too big, his New York Rangers knit hat tilted to the side like a tourist's beret—the warmth rushed over anew.

we have a legal system to remedy these things. A perfect system? No. In your free time, you can go through all the prisons and find innocent people who have been incarcerated and help free them. Do it. I'll admire it. But don't break them out of prison, Max. Don't give them guns. Don't let them destroy whatever is left of our tattered

Four-year-olds don't belong in dark suits. Four-year-olds belong in goalie uniforms next to their dads.       MARIO

There was such a feeling of innocence here, of make-believe, of youth, of startling passion. But that was the beauty of such a university: students debating over life-and-death issues in an environment as insulated as Disney World. Reality had nothing to do with the equation. And that was okay. In fact, that was how it should be.

And John Hersey in The Child Buyer; and Only Lovers Left Alive, flawed as it was;

Dill was off again. Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions. He could add and subtract faster than lightning, but he preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies.

Turtles don't feel, stupid, said Jem. Were you ever a turtle, huh?

Remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.