Quotes About Innocence

Children seldom misquote. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said.

Child... curly, dimpled lunatic.

The whole heaven is full of little cherub faces.

An infant's soul — the sweetest thing on earth...

Happy children! thus to flee Early to their home above! Happy those below, to be Upward drawn by chords of love!

Oh! dear to memory are those hours When every pathway led to flowers; When sticks of peppermint possessed A sceptre's power o'er the breast, And heaven was round us while we fed On rich ambrosial gingerbread.

Childhood is that wonderful time of life when all you need to do to lose weight is take a bath.

Now and again some anxious, troubled soul fears that fairy tales will harm the children. Children need fairy tales because they are the purest product of the highest kind of imagination. The lovely thing about them is exactly that they are so far removed from the actual world and so close to that better, fairer one where children dwell.

To the Dandelion... My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee...

I was six when I saw that everything was God, and my hair stood up, and all that... It was on a Sunday, I remember. My sister was a very tiny child then, and she was drinking her milk, and all of a sudden I saw that she was God and the milk was God. I mean, all she was doing was pouring God into God, if you know what I mean.

Sorrow makes us all children again, — destroys all differences of intellect. The wisest knows nothing.

Buck's feet sank into a white mushy something very like mud..... He sniffed it curiously, then licked some up on his tongue. It bit like fire, and the next instant was gone. This puzzled him. He tried it again, with the same result. The onlookers laughed uproariously, and he felt ashamed, he knew not why, for it was his first snow.

Let him be a boy while he may. It is too soon for him to wrestle with mortality.

Poor licklewickle cry-baby buggy-wuggy,' she muttered.

Milly-Molly-Mandy

Children should always be believed until proven otherwise.

Children, Maisie believed, could often only see their world in black and white, never shades of gray—which meant the hard-found forgiveness that provides respite from the dark melancholy of blame might never lift from the soul of a wounded child.

People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state on innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.

People who remember court madness through pain, the pain of the perpetually recurring death of their innocence; people who forget court another kind of madness, the madness of the denial of pain and the hatred of innocence; and the world is mostly divided between madmen who remember and madmen who forget.

Whose little boy are you?

It takes strength to remember, it takes another kind of strength to forget, it takes a hero to do both. People who remember court madness through pain, the pain of the perpetually recurring death of their innocence; people who forget court another kind of madness, the madness of the denial of pain and the hatred of innocence; and the world is mostly divided between madmen who remember and madmen who forget. Heroes are rare.

I remember what it was...to be young, very young. When everything, touching and tasting-everything- was so new, and even suffering was wonderful because it was so complete.

People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.

On days like this, Cass said, suddenly, I remember what it was like--I think I remember--to be young, very young. She looked up at him. When everything, touching and tasting--everything--was so new, and even suffering was wonderful because it was so complete.