Quotes About Innocence

If I'd said that to my sensible, smutty, twelve-year-old self, he would have laughed until he hemorrhaged

The older I get, the more I appreciate my childhood. It was paradise.

Trying to convince himself that as a four-year-old boy he might have been something worth keeping.

Only in the campfire-stoked stories of Boy Scouts, bedtime tales baby-sitters employ to frighten bratty charges, or in the sweet delight of grandpas who never grew up, would the stories live on.

Surely I'd give it for a nipple a rubber Tacitus For a rattle bag of broken Bach records Tack Della Francesca all over its crib Sew the Greek alphabet on its bib And build for its playpen a roofless Parthenon

Most have simply seen and done too much; as the Rolling Stones have been proving for ten years, you have to work for innocence. You have to win it, or you end up with nothing more than a strained naïveté.

Car, dans nombre d'existences, rien n'est plus fort que le passé, l'innocence perdue et les amours enfouies. Rien ne nous remue plus les tripes que le souvenir des occasions manquées et le parfum du bonheur qu'on a laissé filer.

to all the monsters in my nursery: May you never leave me alone.

Miriam Sacher had survived polio as a child. To Abraham, she was simply the most exquisite little bird who could not fly.

Nada hay más delicado ni más temible que las manos de los chiquillos: en ellas el juguete no puede durar mucho.

Of the autistically interior, dreaming, reading, erotic, self-sufficient child in Balthus' painting we have practically no image at all. Balthus' children are not being driven to succeed where their parents failed, or to be popular, adjusted, or a somebody.

And so saw, by a trick, an angle, a flaring of torchlight far down the dark river, how the arrow—white-feathered, she would remember, white as innocence, as winter in midsummer, as death—fell from the summit of its long, high arc to take the coran in the shoulder, driving him, slack and helpless, from the rope into the river amid laughter turned to screaming in the night.

Inside every adult there's still a child that lingers. We're happiness merchants - giving people the opportunity to dream like children.

It was Mabbie without the grammar school gates. And Mabbie was all of seven. And Mabbie was cut from a chocolate bar. And Mabbie thought life was heaven.

We then spend our lives not seeing what we saw . The picture is there: what we know when we're small; when we are small, we know everything in a childlike way.

One must have travelled a great deal to discover the obvious. One must have thoroughly rubbed and exhausted one's own eyes to get rid of the thousands of scales we start with...There are poets who have strived to do this...in quest of what I call the second innocence, the one that comes after knowing, the one that no longer knows, the one that knows how not to know.

I'm not naughty. Its just nice to remember how from time to time.

Love is... Worth everything. In the eyes of a child.

It's hard when you are wrongfully accused, but it's worse when the people accusing you are the guilty ones.

Children see magic, because they believe in real heroes that would save you.

He felt a very great tenderness, such as one feels with a beautiful child, and with it the same selfish unreasonable urge to protect it from all the things it does not know yet, not because of saving it hurt, but to keep it beautiful.

Once upon a time and a very good time it was there was a moocow coming down along the road and this moocow that was coming down along the road met a nicens little boy named baby tuckoo

His eyes were dimmed with tears and, looking humbly up to heaven, he wept for the innocence he had lost.

He waited for some moments, listening, before he too took up the air with them. He was listening with pain of spirit to the overtone of weariness behind their frail fresh innocent voices. Even before they set out on life's journey they seemed weary already of the way.