Quotes About Innocence

You always had that power, that desire, to have answers that would fulfill you as a person. You always asked without knowing you were asking. Would it not be amazing if we could go back in time and return to those innocent and simple days when getting the answer to just one or two questions would make your day, and nothing else in the world mattered?

Victoria se inclinó sobre el bebé. -Christian. Vamos a ver a Christian. El bebé abrió mucho sus ojos azules, como si lo hubiese comprendido.

I don't know what this is!" "I do. This is me being framed for murder.

Her zaman yapamayaca??m?z ÅŸeyleri düÅŸünüyoruz, s?n?rlar?m?z?n nerede olduÄŸunu buluyoruz ve böylece bir ÅŸeylerin k?y?s?na kadar gidip sonra da teknik zeminde masumluÄŸumuzu iddia ediyoruz.

I had no idea whether they played hide-and-seek in Mexico. Still, it was a game that let me be confident instead of self-conscious and confused, so I reached out my hand to touch the nearest part of him, which was his knee. "Tag," I said. "You're it." If he had run, I could have chased him and known what I was doing, because I know how to be eight, nine, ten, and eleven...

She's still small and I still want to put her in my pocket. -Seven Chillman, classmate

Frankie didn't know that the boys opened every letter, any letter, as if it were a dispatch from another world, a kinder one, a pleasant dream they'd once had when they were young. She didn't know they weren't young any more.

You told us once not to be in such a hurry to grow up, but I don't see any way we could have avoided it. There was always someone out there ready to carve away another chunk of our innocence. Maybe because theirs was already gone and they couldn't stand the sight of our ignorant happiness. Because that's what innocence is, you know. A blissful oblivion of what's coming, of what you'll lose and what you'll gain, and what kind of person you'll grow up to be.

Then I say, "Let's go and brush our teeth." So Lola says, "But Charlie, I can't brush my teeth because somebody is using my tooth." "But who would use your toothbrush?" I ask. Lola says "I think that lion. I saw a lion with my toothbrush and now he's brushing his teeth with it." "But it isn't this your toothbrush Lola?" "Oh," says Lola, "he must be using yours.

Cake is one of life's great wonders, and who would deny wonder to a child?

I've been thinking back to when I was younger, before I had a clue about benzos or purple drank or even weed. I was so innocent. I wish I could go back and be that dumbshit kid again, naïve and full of hope.

It was lovely to see cynicism in one so young. It positively restored his faith in human nature.

How rarely boyhood loves to paint in glowing tints his future bright, a picture where no line is faint--whose very clouds are touch'd with light. And girlhood hails a world unknown and reads it in her own glad dreams, as lilies see themselves alone reflected in their azure streams. But rosy clouds that morning brings, ere noon may deepen into thunder--and life's dark stream has sterner things than silver lilies growing under.

Lydia, five years old, standing on tiptoe to watch vinegar and baking soda foam in the sink. Lydia tugging a heavy book from the shelf, saying, "Show me again, show me another." Lydia, touching the stethoscope, ever so gently, to her mother's heart. Tears blur Marilyn's sight. It had not been science that Lydia had loved

Children are a place

A game they played, he and his mother, when he was very small. Before school, before he had any other world but her.

Los dos tenían esa sabiduría libresca que oculta una sorprendente ingenuidad.

Çünkü burada,bu kavaklar?n dibinde,büyüleyici bir cam k?r??? gibi kald? çocuklu?um...

It is not that the child lives in a world of imagination, but that the child within us survives and starts into life only at rare moments of recollection, which makes us believe, and it is not true, that, as children, we were imaginative?

Sevgilim, çocuklara ÅŸaka yap?lmaz. Ben de bir çocuktum.

The Nature of Political Terrorism The suicidal assassins of September 11, 2001, did not "attack America," as political leaders and news media in the United States have tried to maintain; they attacked American foreign policy. Employing the strategy of the weak, they killed innocent bystanders, whose innocence is, of course, no different from that of the civilians killed by American bombs in Iraq, Serbia, Afghanistan, and elsewhere.

Genius is nothing more nor less than childhood recaptured at will.

The loss of innocence, and the arrival of knowingness, can become an addiction.

We wake out of our dreams and wonder where the blood on our hands came from. Knowledge happens just about as often as shit, while innocence is probably returned to by taking yet another bite of the apple, not by pretending there never was a Fall in the first place.