Quotes About Innocence

Children have neither a past nor a future. Thus they enjoy the present-- which seldom happens to us.

Joe Willie was a perfect child," Marjorie Simpson said. "We never had any trouble with him.

The hegemony that her country exercised gave her the privilege of being ignorant about other nations, other peoples, other faiths. It was as though she lived in a garden of innocence, removed from the knowledge that ought to come with being a citizen of the United States, until I appeared on the dais with an apple.

She had been innocent once, a little girl playing with feathers on the floor of a devil's lair. She wasn't innocent now, but she didn't know what to do about it. This was her life: magic and shame and secrets and teeth and a deep, nagging hollow at the center of herself where something was most certainly missing.

He believed in magic, like a child, and in ghosts, like a peasant.

Good little girls don't stab their nurses and drag toddlers over their corpses in order to save their lives. Good little girls don't kill. They die. And Minya was not a good little girl.

She had been innocent once, a little girl playing with feathers on the floor of a devil's lair.

It's a secret. My previous best friend suspected, and now she's at the bottom of a well. (Not really. She's in Poland. I had nothing to do with it

Innocently, as they moved past her, she added, "Oh, and don't trip over the body on the floor.

Durante un tiempo había sido una niña inocente que jugaba con plumas en el suelo de la guardia de un diablo. Sin embargo aquella inocencia había desaparecido.

Odinioara fusese plina de candoare , o fetita care se juca fara nicio grija cu niste pene pe podeaua barlogului unui diavol. Acum, nu mai era deloc inocenta.

On this day, no one in the world was murdered. A lion gave birth. Ladybugs lunched on aphids. A girl in love daydreamed all morning, neglecting her chores, and wasn't even scolded.

Una Vez Fue una niña inocente que jugaba con plumas en el suelo de la guarida de un diablo, pero ahora esa inocencia había desaparecido

How often she was amazed at the lies adults told. Silly, easy-to-expose lies. Did they not remember how difficult it is to deceive a child? Had they forgotten that when it comes to lying children know all there is to know?

In Alf's close-up, he's less than a year old, almost unrecognizably puppyish. He gazes directly at James, head slightly cocked, bat ears unfolded in typical, unceasing alertness. His small black nose is shaped like a heart, the fur on his jowls shimmers, and the blaze on his chest is bright white and fluffy.

But these being glove-gray country mice that have skittered in from a Tom-and-Jerry cartoon, I root for their innocence and ingenuity. I am even mouse-proud. My mice arc smarter than your mice! After the stunt with the Skippy peanut butter jar, I felt as if they had gotten 8oos on their SATs. These guys arc good.

Church was doing what he often did when dropped - lying on his back with all four legs in the air, pretending to be dead in order to induce guilt in his owners.

I'm pure at heart. It repels the dirt.

They confused beauty with innocence and harmlessness.

Oh, Lord Montgomery, what do you mean to do with me in this bedroom when you have me all alone? An innocent maiden, and unprotected? Is my virtue safe? 'I, ah- what?' 'I know you are a dangerous man. Some call you a rake. Everybody knows you are a devil with the ladies with your poetically puffed shirt and irresistible pants. I pray you will consider my innocence. And my poor, vulnerable heart.' Simon decided this was a lot like role-playing in D&D, but potentially more fun.

Anything?" She laughed. "Like what kind of anything did you want?" "Well, when I was five, I wanted to take a bath in spaghetti." -Clary & Jace, pg.310-

Mark whirled on them. His eyes were blind, unseeing. "You bring the twins in front of me and you kill them over and over. My Ty, he doesn't understand why I can't save him. You bring me Dru and when she laughs to see the fairytale castle, all ringed round with hedges, you throw her against the thorns until their pierce her small body. And you bid me wash in Octavian's blood for the blood of an innocent child is magic under the Hill.

Little James Herondale, age two, was in fact holding a dagger quite well. He stabbed it into a sofa cushion, sending out a burst of feathers. "Ducks," he said, pointing at the feathers.

A pure fountain gives pure water