Quotes About Innocence

Anomander sighed, and then said, 'Sympathy is not a weakness, Ivis. To grieve for the loss of innocence is to remind yourself that yours is not the only life in this world.

We are not born innocent, simply unmeasured...Until the outside is inflicted on the inside, then the brutal war begins. We are not born to compassion either - large wide eyes and sweet demeanor notwithstanding.

Innocence was a blade of glory, yet it could blind on both sides.

And what about him? What's his name again, Throatslitter? Did his ma decide on that for her little one, do you think?' 'Can't say,' Balm replied. 'Give a toddler a knife and who knows what'll happen.

You still think like a child, don't you? Clay figurines sunk to their ankles in the sand, one here, one there, standing just so. One says this, the other says that, then you reach down and rearrange them accordingly. Scenes, vistas, stark with certainty.

If not for a dumb beast's incomprehension at its own destruction beneath the loving hands of two heartbroken children.

Burdens were born from the loss of innocence. Naïveté. While the innocent yearned to lose their innocence, those who had already done so in turn envied the innocent, and knew grief in what they had lost. Between the two, no exchange of truths was possible.

We are not born innocent, simply unmeasured.

We are not born innocent, simply unmeasured." "And, presumably, immeasurable as well." "For a few years at least. Until the outside is inflicted on the inside, then the brutal war begins.

Show me a merciful child and I will truly avow a belief in miracles.

No purer artist exists or has ever existed than a child freed to imagine.

Paradise belonged to the innocent. Which was why it was and would ever remain … empty. And that is what makes it a paradise.

To live is to lose the faith you were born with to a thousand cuts, each year bleeding into the next. The eyes of the innocent see a world very differently from what you and I see. To know this is to revisit one's own loss, eye to eye with sad reflection, and to feel once more that dreadful ache in your chest.

the boy walks another soldier, another one bright heart not yet cooled to hard iron

Of course there had been no such crimes. And the blood, which they had shed so profusely, had yielded no evidence of its taint, for neither the name of a people nor the hue of their skin, nor indeed the cast of their features, could make life's blood any less pure, or precious.

Innocence,' she whispered. The one thing we all leave behind, alas. The one thing we all walk away from, sooner or later. Oh yes, you can look back and call it ignorance instead. But you do that because you've forgotten what you lost.

always targets the innocent.

But the killers were not gladiators. They were ordinary people, and their victims were unarmed men and women and children, all savagely slaughtered without mercy.

had rather save the life of one innocent citizen than take the lives of a thousand enemies," Antoninus had remarked. He had none of Hadrian's restlessness or brooding nature; he was known for a placid temperament and a gentle sense of humor. Under his benevolent rule, the bitterness that had marked the end of Hadrian's reign had almost faded from memory.

I was making a lot of 8mm home movies, since I was twelve, making little dramas and comedies with the neighborhood kids.

One day when I was little, and my parents were having a party, I went around to all the adults and said, "Drink this, it'll make you taller, it's magic." And they all drank it and said, "How cute. How weird." And then I snuck off into the room where they kept all the coats and hemmed everyone's sleeves an inch shorter.

When I was a fetus, I used to sneak out at night when my mother was sleeping. I figured I should start stealing stuff while I still had no fingerprints.

My heart was full of softening showers, I used to swing like this for hours, I did not care for war or death, I was glad to draw my breath.

Oh, I say, if we were meant to come back to God, why were we sent out, why were we sent away? I wish for innocence more than anything, but I am conscious only of corruption.