Quotes About Innocence

Dress the pussy for her nighty and follow her piggytails up their way to Winkyland.

Her bosom was as a bird's, soft and slight, slight and soft as the breast of some dark-plumaged dove. But her long fair hair was girlish: and girlish, and touched with the wonder of mortal beauty, her face.

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.

He addle liddle phifie Annie ugged the little craythur.

Better for ninetynine guilty to escape than for one innocent person to be wrongfully condemned.

We are once amore as babes awondering in a wold made fresh where with the hen in the storyaboot we start from scratch.

That's the maxim of the law. Better for ninetynine guilty to escape than for one innocent person to be wrongfully condemned.

Tell me, for example, would you deflower a virgin?—Excuse me, Stephen said politely, is that not the ambition of most young gentlemen?

He stooped to the evil of hypocrisy with others, sceptical of their innocence which he could cajole so easily.

Hic cubat edilis. Apud libertinam parvulam.

Do you realize there was a time when the United States of America actually made sense? A time when you could look at a Norman Rockwell painting of a GI peeling potatoes for Mom and get all choked up and nobody'd laugh at you?

People are always in various stages of different dramas when you encounter them: freshly embarked on some, halfway or more through others. One is always approaching the denouement of this or that subplot of one's life. And you, the stranger, entering the picture in all your blundering innocence, may well be the catalyst for some long-awaited climax.

He bore his friends no animus for their innocence, but he hated the Krupps and DuPonts of the world and the politicians who became teary-eyed and saccharine as they waved the flag and sent others to die in the wars they caused.

do you ever have dirty thoughts about spongebob?

Angel? Yeah? she looked up, all blue-eyed innocence. I felt stupid, but... Can Total, um, talk? Uh-huh, Angel said casually, squeezing water out of her hair. I stared at her. He talks . Total talks, and you didn't tell me? Well... Angel looked for him, saw he was pretty far away, and lowered her voice. Don't tell him I said this, but he's actually not that interesting.

Time to die. Angel said in her sweet little girl voice.

Why did Piglet, Eeyore, and Christopher Robin stick their heads down the toilet? Easy. They were looking for Pooh.

You may not know this, but it's an accepted fact that no room is completely done until furnished with a child's giggle.

Why are you here, young man? Shouldn't you be home watching Thomas the Tank Engine with the rest of the kids in your kindergarten class?

I think you never forget your childhood, whether it was happy or unhappy.

I think it's too easy to recount your unhappy memories when you write about yourself. You bask in your own innocence. You revere your grief. You arrange your angers at their most becoming angles.

I have no unhappy memories of my childhood.

My mother talked about the stories I used to spin as a child of three, before I started school. I would tell this story about what school I went to and what uniform I wore and who I talked to at lunchtime and what I ate, and my mother was like, 'This girl does not even go to school.'

Rare is the union of beauty and purity.