Quotes About Innocence

he knew damn well that no one could possibly love her as completely as he once had. Even the man he was today was incapable of that depth of emotion and connection. She'd killed the innocence in him that had made it possible to love a woman without any thought of self-preservation. He'd been wide open when she cut his heart out and scars had formed, creating a thick shield that he couldn't get past and no woman could get through.

What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul.

I said: I must remember this, being small.

From the night Buddy Willard kissed me and said I must go out with a lot of boys, he made me feel I was much more sexy and experienced than he was and that everything he did like hugging and kissing and petting was simply what I made him feel like doing out of the blue, he couldn't help it and didn't know how it came about. Now I saw he had only been pretending all this time to be so innocent.

A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin.

And times there are when you feel very wise and ageless. You are sunning on the rocks, the water splashing at your feet, when a small chubby freckle faced girl of about ten approaches you, her hand holding something that is invisible, but evidently quite precious. 'Do you know,' she asks earnestly, 'do starfish like hot or cold water best?

And while Constantin and I sat in one of those hushed plush auditoriums in the UN, next to a stern muscular Russian girl with no makeup who was a simultaneous interpreter like Constantin, I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.

I looked at the baby in the lap of the woman opposite. I had no idea how old it was, I never did, with babies—for all I knew it could talk a blue streak and had twenty teeth behind its pursed, pink lips.

Dziewicza strona, bia?a. Pierwsza skalana i odrzucona. Wszystkie te marzenia, obietnice: czekanie, a? b?d? mog?a znowu pisa?, a potem bolesny, sfuszerowany gwa?t na pierwszej kartce.

the whole sprawling paraphernalia of suburban childhood.

I was only purely happy until I was nine years old. I had never really been happy again.

Pure and clean as the cry of a baby, And the universe slide from my side

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towels I felt pure and sweet as a new baby.

I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old

turned and grinned at the littlest, with big brown eyes and peeling nose, pink and brown patches of skin, tow head, husky voice; he catapulted back into a bank of dry seaweed on the afterdeck and the other little boys laughed; big, bright awake eyes, dancing, merry; curious, and shy too; patched faded overalls; lean and brown and agile; pokes and fisticuffs. Mice and squirrel and cocker spaniel faces.

Blameless as daylight I stood looking At

She personifies the word cute. She is Cinderella and Wendy and Snow White.

Almost, I think, the unreasoning, bestial purity was best.

but sometimes when things go very wrong and even the highest are frightened, innocence is not enough for salvation.

sometimes when things go very wrong and even the highest are frightened, innocence is not enough for salvation.

I try to write like a grown-up about things I fell in love with as a child.

We're just frisking like little captive lambkins.

But be sure, the age of Innocence was ended.