Quotes About Innocence

It is no wonder that people are so horrible when they start their life as children.

Mmm. Let me guess. I like to drink the blood of innocents, feast on the entrails of knights and eat the hearts of small children everywhere. (Sin) Aye, that was much the consensus. (Callie) Well, I hope you didn't go to such trouble to feed me. I fear 'tis off season for good blood, and knights can be rather testy when you disembowel them. (Sin)

Do all men kiss like that? (Rowena) I know not since I have never kissed a man. (Stryder)

Don't be scared, puppy dog, little frog, little duck, duckie dog. It's just rain.

The children imitating the cormorants, Are more wonderful Than the real cormorants

Mijn kindertijd was bijna voorbij. Het is erg jammer dat we pas als we volwassen worden de bekoring van deze tijd beginnen te begrijpen. Als kind was alles zo anders. We bekeken de wereld met klare en zuivere ogen, alles leek zoveel stralender.

Ai ch?a t?ng ???c xúc ??ng v?i h?i th? nhè nh? c?a thi?u n? trong gi?c ng?, ng??i ?ó ch?a th? hi?u th? nào là d?u dàng. Môi nàng t??i h?n c? nh?ng cánh hoa ?m ??t và ?ôi hàng mi nàng l?p lánh nh?ng gi?t l? ?êm.

The man I have loved as a brother, whose heart has ever been brimming with sympathy and friendship, cannot possibly partake of even a passive partnership in the butchery of innocent people.

Let the children enjoy what they have before they become too burdened with the cares of adults.

So little I know in my innocence. Ideals, like pebbles in a stream wash away, wash away. Life makes no sense.

Caro: "Bite me." Ruby: "I gave that up in kindergarten.

As the water of ablution, the dew falls from heaven, purifies the body, and makes it ready to receive the soul;195 in other words, it brings about the albedo, the white state of innocence

Come clean with a child heart Laugh as peaches in the summer wind Let rain on a house roof be a song Let the writing on your face be a smell of apple orchards on late June.

When will we learn that childhood is in a great sense not simply a preparation for adult life but a thing unique and complete in itself – a masterpiece of God.

The whittling down of racism to sheet-wearing goons allowed a cloud of racial innocence to cover many whites who, although "resentful of black progress" and determined to ensure that racial inequality remained untouched, could see and project themselves as the "kind of upstanding white citizen[s]" who were "positively outraged at the tactics of the Ku Klux Klan.

I hear how kids wise up to the Santa Claus routine but pretend otherwise because the goods seem connected to keeping their parents' fantasies flowing. I've seen the parents trying to pretend for the same reason -- not because otherwise the gifts stop, but to maintain the innocence a little longer -- even when both sides know the other side knows.

A childhood is what anyone wants to remember of it. It leaves behind no fossils, except perhaps in fiction.

The dandelion is a gawky yellow flower that blooms and then collapses into a soft, clumsy down that little children blow wishes on.

So much for fearing a shy, paralyzed virgin; she might be innocent, but Eliza had pressed against him and kissed him back until he completely forgot that he was pursuing her because of her father's manipulations. That thought cooled his blood somewhat. Edward Cross wanted him to court and marry his daughter, didn't he? Hugh smiled grimly. Cross was about to get exactly what he wanted. And so was he. Not only Cross's money, but Eliza herself.

While most people had moved on from children's books, Jake still loved them. They felt cozy like hot chocolate with mini marshmallows or a new jumbo box of Crayola crayons.

But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.

No, he hadn't known anything about children, but now he'd learned something: a child's mind is open to everything.

Being Danish, all you have is your supple grip and your light touch. There are plenty of places in the world where the guest who extends a weaponless hand is the most welcome. A man from a small and weak country is as good as stateless. Just wave your Danish flag. They won't see a white cross against a red background as a crusading banner; they'll just see it as a white cloth. So wrap yourself in its innocence, lao-yeh .

And mine's a bubble not blown up for praise, But just to play with, as an infant plays.