Quotes About Innocence

Childhood is the one story that stands by itself in every soul.

If I have learned anything in a lifetime spent overseeing schools, it is that childhood is the one story that stands by itself in every soul.

Ako ho?eš da znaš kakva je neka država i njena uprava, i kakva im je budu?nost, gledaj samo da saznaš koliko u toj zemlji ima ?estitih i nevinih ljudi po zatvorima, a koliko zlikovaca i prestupnika na slobodi. To ?e ti najbolje kazati.

As we learn to heal the inner child and reconnect with the innocence and trusting nature of this authentic self, learning to trust others becomes a conscious act in response to experience rather than an unconscious reaction to unhealed wounds.

DREAMS THE CHILDREN HAVE FOR

Nobody's that naive, she muttered. Nobody's that guileless. He's from Nebraska. Peabody scanned her pocket unit. From where? Nebraska. Peabody waived a hand, vaguely west.... They still grow them pretty guileless in Nebraska. I think it's all that soy and corn.

If children don't push the edges now and again, what's the point of being a child?

How do you suppose they know the sheep are virgins?

I thought it was 'innocent until proven guilty'' That's just one of the bigger lies we live by.

as with any ugly time the innocents suffered and paid more than those who incited the ugliness.

But it was too late as Eve had an armful of chubby baby in foaming, lacy pink. Blonde curls in pink ribbons danced as Bella bounced. She said, "Gah," and grinned. "Okay. God. Okay. Why are you always smiling?" Eve demanded. "What do you know?

You've got a knack for the dead and the innocent.

The unrestricted love of a child is a precious gift.

Hunde la cabeza en la camiseta del niño. ¿Es pura imaginación suya o la tela conserva aún el leve olor a canela de la piel del niño?

You're a baby, said Robert. You've been asleep all your life. It's time to wake up. Why do you think they give you charity, you and the children? Because they think you are harmless, your eyes aren't opened, you don't see the truth around you.

But then in dreams we are always children.

But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.

and don't you know that God is Pooh Bear?

Isn't it true that you start your life a sweet child believing in everything under your father's roof? Then comes the day of the Laodiceans, when you know you are wretched and miserable and poor and blind and naked, and with the visage of a gruesome grieving ghost you go shuddering through nightmare life.

She was a nice little girl, simple and true, and tremendously frightened of sex. I told her it was beautiful. I wanted to prove this to her. She let me prove it, but I was too impatient and proved nothing.

To the children and the innocent it's all the same.

And it's finally only in the woods you get that nostalgia for cities at last, you dream of long gray journeys to cities where soft evenings'll unfold like Paris but never seeing how sickening it will be because of the primordial innocence of health and stillnes in the wilds- So I tell myself Be Wise.

So I went up and there she was, the girl with the pure and innocent dear eyes that I had always searched for and for so long. We agreed to love each other madly.

She was eighteen and most lovely, and lost.