Quotes About Innocence

Die kleine Welt, in der das Leben von Kindern stattfindet, unabhängig davon, wer sie aufzieht, wird nichts so deutlich wahrgenommen und so deutlich gespürt wie Ungerechtigkeit. Die Ungerechtigkeit, die dem Kind widerfährt, mag nur eine Kleinigkeit sein, doch das Kind ist klein und seine Welt ist klein und sein Schaukelpferd ist im Verhältnis gesehen kaum kleiner als ein großes starkknochiges Jagdpferd.

in short, I should have liked, I do confess, to have had the lightest licence of a child, and yet to have been man enough to know its value. But

One of the best things in the world to be is a boy; it requires no experience, but needs some practice to be a good one.

Innocence and ignorance are sisters.

One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.

If you want to be creative, stay in part a child, with the creativity and invention that characterizes children before they are deformed by adult society.

To live in joys that once have been, To put the cold world out of sight, And deck life's drear and barren scene With hues of rainbow light... Ye golden hours of life's young spring, Of innocence, of love and truth! Bright beyond all imagining, Thou fairy dream of youth! I'd give all wealth that years have piled, The slow result of life's decay, To be once more a little child For one bright summer day.

Lady-bird! Lady-bird! pretty one, stay: Come sit on my finger, so happy and gay. With me shall no mischief betide thee; No harm would I do thee, no foeman is near: I only would gaze on thy beauties so dear, Those beautiful winglets beside thee.

With a butterfly kiss and a ladybug hug, Sleep tight little one, like a bug in a rug.

Mommies are just big little girls.

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it...

Little Mary was visiting her grandmother in the country. Walking in the garden, she chanced to see a peacock, a bird she had never seen before. After gazing in silent admiration, she ran quickly into the house and cried out: "Oh, Granny, come and see! One of your chickens is in bloom."

When television came roaring in after the war they did a little school survey asking children which they preferred and why — television or radio. And there was this 7-year-old boy who said he preferred radio "because the pictures were better."

My father told me all about the birds and bees. The liar — I went steady with a woodpecker till I was twenty-one.

It was also Jacque who told me that children didn't come out of their mother's tummies. As she put it, "Where the ingredients go in is where the finished product comes out!"

With a light heart and a bounding step, Lucy was skipping...

Daily, with her school-books in her satchel, this little cherub passed the quaint old bell tower, always skipping merrily along and warbling a plaintive air.

The little boy was coming home from school. He was skipping merrily along, singing to himself and swinging his bag of books at arm's length, while he kept time with his nimble little feet to a song he had been learning in his class that day.

Angels skip, fairies skip, children skip — why can't you and I skip?!

I never smoked a cigarette until I was nine.

There is hardly an American male of my generation who has not at one time or another tried to master the victory cry of the great ape as it issued from the androgynous chest of Johnny Weissmuller, to the accompaniment of thousands of arms and legs snapping during attempts to swing from tree to tree in the backyards of the Republic.

Jugend hat keine Tugend

Edie didn't budge. She leaned her chin on her knees and felt sad. She was a big reader too, but she liked THE BOBBSEY TWINS or HONEY BUNCH AT THE SEASHORE. She loved that nice family life. She tried to live it in the three rooms on the fourth floor. Sometimes she called her father Dad, or even Father, which surprised him. Who? he asked.

Innocence is a kind of insanity