Quotes About Innocence

Sometimes I think children are the worst people alive. And even if they're not—even if some smiling toddler is as pure as Evian—it's only a matter of time.

The little boy smiled back at all the angry faces glaring in at him. And the little boy blew kisses.

Beginning with Santa in infancy, and ending with the Tooth Fairy as the child acquires adult teeth. Or, plainly put, beginning with all the possibility of childhood, and ending with an absolute trust in the national currency.

The religious school she went to, growing up, Ms. Wright said how all the girls had to wear a scarf tied to cover their ears at all times. Based on the biblical idea that the Virgin Mary became pregnant when the Holy Spirit whispered in her ear. The idea that ears were vaginas. That, hearing just one wrong idea, you lost your innocence. One detail too many and you'd be ruined. Overdosed on information.

Pimple young. Giggling young. Silly young and stupid as me.

Give me passion. Flash. Give me joy. Flash. Give me youth and energy and innocence and beauty. Flash.

Maybe it's better just living the way you figure life is when you're a kid. Before you get too smart.

Kid's got this look like he's just seen the wrong person naked riding a bicycle from behind.

Der Gedanke hat seinen Reiz, dass ich längst dem Untergang geweiht war und dass alle, die ich liebte, mehr über mich wussten als ich selbst. Wenn dem so ist, bin ich von allem freigesprochen, was ich falsch gemacht habe. Ich bin wehrlos und ahnungslos, aber ohne Schuld.

he wanted to be happy the way a dog is happy.

My name's Mapo," the boy says. "Mesa Jar Jar.

Don't you dare say he's going to be a bandit. He'll be an angel.

I was a lot braver when I was eight.

It's as if you were a very small child…brand new to the world.

He's but a boy…with innocent eyes.

We were children whose only sin was our very existence.

I was cured in my new infamy of all the tired wisdom of age. I would never weary into that tired state again---I swore to myself, I would always be this raw, wet child hereafter...

One part of love is innocence, One part of love is guilt, One part the milk, that in a sense Is soured as soon as spilt, One part of love is sentiment, One part of love is lust, One part is the presentiment Of our return to dust." Eight lines, and it was all over;

We're all in it together, Harry. We're all pieces of the fisherman. I know that sounds like a bullshit answer, but you'll see, when you start to work with the dead. Everyone's complicit: the most innocent little kiddies; babies who live a day, an hour—they still have a hand in things, even their own deaths. I know that's very hard for you to get your head around right now, but take it from someone that's spent a lot of time with death.

He'd never seen such a look on any human face: such a wilderness of innocent malice. A

You know, as a child I thought somebody came and took the world away in the night and then came back and unrolled it all again the following morning.

He was no longer innocent. With this slaughter he became the killer Decker had persuaded him he was. In murdering the prophet he made the prophecy true.

She was regarding her face in the mirror. She again had the allure that so captivated movie audiences. Gone were the ravages of last night's excess. Kevin had restored her face's artful mix of innocence and sex appeal. The sadness in her eyes was hers alone.

Having a ten-year-old daughter can be like living with a fairy. Something magical.