Quotes About Innocence

I was wrong to grow older. Pity. I was so happy as a child.

I'm the age where we didn't have television as kids. So when I saw my nieces and nephews watching Howdy Doody, Kukla, Fran and Ollie, and so forth, I thought the world had gone mad.

Yes, but I don't think of the Teen Angel as of an age.

An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay, And glides in modest innocence away.

Always the innocent are the first victims, so it has been for ages past, so it is now.

I lost my innocence at age eight, so I decided to do the same to as many young girls as I could.

Childhood has no necessary connection with age.

If cynicism is inevitable as one ages, so is the yearning for innocence. To children heaven is being an adult, and to adults heaven is being children again.

I am totally convinced that most grown-ups have completely forgotten what is it like to be a child between the ages of five and then... I can remember exactly what it was like. I am certain I can.

At a very early age I was attracted to light, as most children are.

I know that I was hiking at a very young age because I remember being convinced that it was the trees that were talking.

I felt, you know, body and soul, as it were. But, of course, I mean, I - at that age, I didn't think in terms of being professional. I didn't know anything about it. That happened later.

I was young for my age. Not as naïve as they expected. I don't know why I seem to bring that out in people.

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

I was fifteen then, too young to fall in-love. Or maybe it is only then, with dew of childhood still in my eyes, that I was capable of such love. I will never know, of course.

One can't be angry when one looks at a penguin.

It was no thought or word that called culture into being, but a tool or a weapon. After the stone axe we needed song and story to remember innocence, to record effect- and so to describe the limits, to say what can be done without damage.

Counting noses, Bess missed Andy and went to look for him. She found him finally in the dining room, in the corner at the end of the sideboard, crying. The knowledge of it passed over us all. He didn't know, as we grownups knew, what the war meant and might mean. He had only understood that what we were that day was lovely and could not last.

He didn't know, as we grownups knew, what the war meant and might mean. He had only understood that what we were that day was lovely and could not last.

But all those who were there, if they had lived past childhood, had twice in this world, first and last, been as helpless as a little child.

but Lake Pepin might be best known to most of the world as the place where, more than a hundred and thirty years ago, a little kid picked up too many pebbles.

For me, reading that scene never fails to bring on a brief, scalding instant of recognition in recalling exactly what it was like to be a tiny little kid, your whole sense of being so lumpy and vulnerable that the smallest things were everything, and the everything could be so unspeakably wonderful, and the wonderful could be snatched away in an instant, leaving a big ragged hole in your universe just like the one in Laura's dress.

Young love has a peculiar splendor all of its own.

Voices of boys were by the river-side. Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.