Quotes About Innocence

His adult teeth were still emerging, and when he smiled his eyes seemed to disappear.

Aymaras—"children

The last straw was when his granddaughter, who was seven years old at the time, went to the librarian at school and said "Have you heard of Isabel Allende?" And the librarian said: "Yes, yes, I've read some of her books." There was a pause, and then Anna said: "She's sleeping with my grandfather.

We were wild-eyed hippies from the late '60s. We still had the exuberance of the mind-expanding '60s - that Tolkienesque, Zeppelin, androgynous, wood nymph, forest fairy kind of innocence. It sounds stupid now, but we felt we were changing the world with music.

What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up, it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day, or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again, from zero.

I don't think I was awake for much of my childhood. I did a lot of napping. This might have been a defensive measure against encroaching depression. Until about the age of eleven or twelve, I had zero interests other than trying to steal gumballs from supermarket gumball machines.

I've kept alive my childlike innocence. I don't let anything or anyone dampen my zest for life. Now, that's very important.

When you're little, you're open to things. It's not like you get into this rehearsed zone when you're a child. At first you play different sides of yourself. And I think it will be really exciting one day to have a character to go into that's not anything like me whatsoever.

I would come home and re-create every movie. Our backyard became a battleship, a war zone, a western town.

My parents used to take me to the pet department and tell me it was a zoo.

I probably shouldn't say this about all animals, but at least the farm animals that I've hung out with, and even when I go to the zoo usually, they're like a blank slate. I guess that's why I like them. They're puppets, and you can imagine them being anything you want.

Here we have baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.

Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained strength.

Sweetest li'l feller, everybody knows; Dunno what to call him, but he's mighty lak' a rose; Lookin' at his mammy wid eyes so shiny blue Mek' you think that Heav'n is comin' clost ter you.

Here we have a baby. It is composed of a bald head and a pair of lungs.

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we believe we left without having lived them: those we spent with a favourite book.

Boys will be boys.

Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers?

Suffer the little children to come unto me, and forbid them not; for of such is the kingdom of God.

A child's a plaything for an hour.

Children have no use for psychology. They detest sociology. They still believe in God, the family, angels, devils, witches, goblins, logic, clarity, punctuation, and other such obsolete stuff. When a book is boring, they yawn openly. They don't expect their writer to redeem humanity, but leave to adults such childish allusions.

Unlike grownups, children have little need to deceive themselves.

Each new generation is a fresh invasion of savages.

To confess a fault freely is the next thing to being innocent of it.