Quotes About Innocence

Sometimes you sit in a cell and don't deserve it, Mr. Harding. Sometime it's the other way around

Then you came along, Chika. And maybe because I'm older now, or maybe because your eyes were so much wider than mine, or maybe because it'ssimply different when the child is in your care, something stirred. I began to lean over to see tiny miracles the way you saw them.

Back when she was a child. Back when everything was possible and there was still hope. Still so much hope in the world.

A woman walks by the gate, leading a little boy with a balloon of hunger in his belly and hair bleached by malnutrition.

Era Lo, semplicemente Lo al mattino, ritta nel suo metro e quarantasette con un calzino solo. Era Lola in pantaloni. Era Dolly a scuola. Era Dolores sulla linea tratteggiata dei documenti. Ma tra le mie braccia era sempre Lolita.

mostly naked, in a very different area than that whence they came. For this reason, few such children were allowed upon the street without the accompaniment of a guardian-servant. "For her clothing? The Duquessa is not a child!" To the contrary, I thought; she seemed quite childlike in many ways, but Sherlock laughed heartily. "Most far-fetched.

mother seemed happy because the school yard where Rafik would spend his recesses was surrounded by a high stone wall. She'd recently started talking about 'safety' in a way that made Liyana jumpy. Liyana never thought about safety unless someone else brought it up. She didn't WANT to think about it either. SHE WANTED TO LIVE IN AN UNLOCKED WORLD

A thing of beauty is a boy forever.

Whoever said that childhood is the happiest time of your life is a liar, or a fool.

How old is the lad?' inquired Barceló, inspecting me out of the corner of his eye. 'Almost eleven,' I announced. Barceló flashed a sly smile. 'In other words, ten. Don't add on any years, you rascal. Life will see to that without your help.

And then I would think about the war and about the fact that those who waged it were also children once.

Cuanto más se le intenta ocultar algo a un niño, más empeño pone este en encontrarlo, ya sea un dulce o una postal de coristas descocadas dándoles vuelo a sus encantos.

Una de las trampas de la infancia es que no hace falta comprender algo para sentirlo.

A gyerekkor egyik csapdája, hogy azt is érezzük, amit nem értünk, s mire értelmünk megemészti a történteket, addigra a szívünk már mély sebeket hordoz.

When peace finally came, it smelled of the sort of peace that haunts prisons and cemeteries, a shroud of silence and shame that rots one's soul and never goes away. There were no guiltless hands or innocent looks.

Escribió su nombre y contempló cómo la tinta se secaba poco a poco. El placer de la página en blanco, que al principio siempre olía a misterio y a promesa, se desvaneció por ensalmo. Tan pronto como uno empezaba a colocar las primeras palabras comprobaba que en la escritura, como en la vida, la distancia entre intenciones y resultados iba pareja con la inocencia con que se acometían unas y se aceptaban los otros.

Dice el proverbio que un hombre debe caminar mientras todavía tiene piernas, hablar mientras todavía tiene voz y soñar mientras todavía conserva la inocencia, porque tarde o temprano ya no podrá mantenerse en pie, ya no tendrá aliento y no anhelará más sueño que la noche eterna del olvido. Con

Era una imagen de luz y de esperanza que prometía cosas que sólo existen en las miradas de pocos años.

You know what kids are like. Deep down, God has filled them with goodness, but they repeat what they hear at home.

Là où il y a un troupeau d'agneaux, finissent toujours par apparître des loups affamés.

Una delle tante insidie dell'infanzia è che non è necessario capire per soffrire. Ma quando arriva l'età della ragione, le ferite non possono essere sanate.

La fe de los que todavía pueden contar sus años con los dedos de las manos

One of the pitfalls of childhood is that one doesn't have to understand something to feel it.

Das Sprichwort sagt, ein Mann solle gehen, solange er noch Beine habe, sprechen, solange er noch eine Stimme habe, und träumen, solange er noch seine Unschuld bewahre, den über kurz oder lang werde er sich nicht mehr auf den Beinen halten können, keinen Atem mehr haben, und keinen Traum mehr ersehnen als die ewige Nacht des Vergessens