Quotes About Innocence

I saw letters he wrote at age 14 before his recent spell of silence: they were perfectly normal and better than average writings, in fact sensitive and better than anything I could have written at 14 when I also was an innocent introverted monster.

Non è forse vero che si comincia a vivere da bambini innocenti che credono a tutto quello che succede sotto il tetto paterno? Poi arriva il giorno dei Laodicei, quando si capisce di essere sfiniti e infelici e poveri e ciechi e nudi, e con facce da spettri orridi e dolenti ci si incammina rabbrividendo lungo il sentiero da incubo della vita.

Non è forse vero che si comincia la vita come un dolce fanciullo che crede in tutto ciò che sta sotto il tetto paterno ? Poi viene il giorno dei Laodicei, quando si sa che si è distrutti e miserabili e poveri e ciechi e nudi, e con l'aspetto di uno spettro repellente e oppresso ci si incammina tremando attraverso una vita piena d'incubi.

She looked exactly like the little girl she had been.

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. I stumbled haggardly out of the station; I had no more control.

She was eighteen and most lovely, and lost. Chapter 11

There he was, my chipmunk, in the bright clear windy sunny air staring on the rock; hands clasping he sat up straight, some little oat between his paws; he nibbled, he darted away, the little nutty lord of all he surveyed.

She was pure, it was true, as he had never dreamed of purity; but cherries stained her lips.

I have no name: I am but two days old. What shall I call thee? I happy am, Joy is my name. Sweet joy befall thee!

The problem is not scientifically illiterate kids; it is scientifically illiterate adults. Kids are born curious about the natural world. They are always turning over rocks, jumping with two feet into mud puddles and playing with the tablecloth and fine china.

When I was two, a dragonfly flew near me. A man knocked it to the ground and trod on it. I remember crying because I'd caused the dragonfly to be killed.

I walk into a kids' store, and it's amazing, the types of instruments - little squeaky things, rattling things, spinning tops.

I think scent is sensual. I guess evoking a mood or a spirit is key, and I think with the women's fragrances we have evoked different types, moods or sensibilities of a woman - whether it's Daisy with the sweetness and the innocence or Lola which is more provocative, sexy and sultry.

I work on the types of movies that I would have loved watching as a kid.

Four-year-old me was a little tyrant, stomping around and demanding to be entertained. Mr. Rogers and Elmo were never enough; I wanted magic markers that changed colors and to run through the house with all my digits dipped in finger paint.

It's true that no child is born knowing there's an evil thing. You learn what is ugly.

When I was 10, 11, 12 years old, I would pretend to be on the radio. I bought a mixer and these big, ugly headphones and I would literally broadcast the cassette tapes in my bedroom.

There's something about the ukulele that just makes you smile. It makes you let your guard down. It brings out the child in all of us.

My dad says that when I was two or three I used to go out dressed as a different character every day. I remember thinking it was perfectly normal to wear different coloured shoes and carry a pink umbrella. But now I've got a goddaughter of that age; I realise it's not normal at all.

It is unacceptable, it is forbidden, to harm the innocent.

To admit guilt for nonexistent crimes is unacceptable to me.

My children are unaffected by me being an actress because that's the way I like to keep it. I love the fact that they are so innocent about my star status. Sometimes, they come running to me and say, 'Mom, you are on TV.'

Mine is an unarmed people, whose children have never seen a fighter or a tank or a warship.

How many colours are there in a field of grass to the crawling baby unaware of 'green'? How many rainbows can light create for the untutored eye?