Quotes About Innocence

I cannot perceive that you're still a girl. Ur kisses don't seem so innocent. They just drive me crazy!" #MilanoVeneziani. #ItalianPassion

Love blinds me so deep and dark, I see the world full of innocence, thoughts filled with affection, time brimming with hope and future flowing with my dreams.

I think the greatest sound in the world is hearing one of your children singing when they think no one is listening.

What I like most about children is that they are great advisors, yet they don't know it. And what I love about them is that they are vision bearers yet may not realize it.

Yes, we can be assured that if we don't change and turn our lives around to become like a little child again we will definitely not get a look at the fulness of our purpose, let alone get in.

Small children are capable of great love. Love that overwhelms. Love that changes small worlds completely. Dangerous feelings that blot out everything.

...I'm innocent still -inside me are stained glass windows that have never been broken- and when I see your light it stains my soul with color ...

You know you've found love when they have: a smile that melts you, an innocence that soothes, a presences that glows and a trust in them that grows. - For Lydia

Because sometimes evil didn't show its ugly self; it could put on the clothes of an ordinary boy. The boy could sit across the table from you, a stray lock of hair hanging in his eyes. He could be doing all the regular things boys do, shoveling in the mashed potatoes, pushing the peas around on his plate, preferring peach cobbler over rhubarb in the late summer while the wasps batted the window screen and the fan on the sideboard rotated.

L'Ona ha vingut al meu costat i mira per damunt de la meva espatlla. M'hi posarà la mà? M'observa mentre escric. Em tremola el bolígraf. No sap llegir, de manera que puc escriure aquestes paraules: «La meva ànima és teva, Ona», i ella no ho sabrà.

Through my memory of the Passion, God can purify my memory of wrongs suffered because my identity stems neither from the wrongdoing done to me, which would require the perpetual accusation of my wrongdoer, nor from my own (false) innocence, which would lead me to (illegitimate) self-justification.

the running boy is inside every man, no matter how old he gets.

What is it about childhood that never lets you go, even when you're so wrecked it's hard to believe you ever were a child?

when he smiles it's as if you'd just told him the first joke on earth.

It's like going back to being a child again. Someone to bathe you. Someone to lift you. Someone to wipe you. We all know how to be a child. It's inside all of us. For me, It's just remembering how to enjoy it.

We all know how to be a child.

We all know how to be a child. It's inside all of us. For me, it's just remembering how to enjoy it.

We adults can be a wretched lot Chika, yet in every child's face we see the Lord has not given up on us.

This is the disarming power of children: their need makes you forget your own.

You should never construct a lie based on a child's questions. It is like writing music based on cymbal crashes.

He ran down the heart of the old midway, where the weight guessers, fortune-tellers, and dancing gypsies had once worked. He lowered his chin and held his arms out like a glider, and every few steps he would jump, the way children do, hoping running will turn to flying. It might have seemed ridiculous to anyone watching, this white-haired maintenaance worker, all alone, making like an airplane. But the running boy is inside every man, no matter how old he gets.

You said it so innocently, so matter-of-factly, that it robbed us of our breath. And while we recovered to offer the standard adult response, that love doesn't care about sickness or health, inside we were trembling, because we saw in you something, with your disease, that we were terrified of seeing in ourselves. Acceptance.

They say a child's eyes are fully formed around age three, and that is why they appear so large on the face. Or maybe those years are just so full of wonder, the child can't help it.

Before newborns open their eyes, we circle them, appearing as brilliant colors, and when they clench their tiny hands for the first time, they are actually grabbing the colors they find most appealing.