Quotes About Innocence

on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and around until she got so dizzy she fell in a pile of bare feet and dandelions and sundress.

Children can laugh all day and still cry themselves to sleep at night.

When Tana was six, vampires were Muppets, endlessly counting, or cartoon villains in black cloaks with red polyester lining.

As a child, Wren read lots of fairy tales. That's why, when the monsters came, she knew it was because she had been wicked.

On my way out, I spot my little brother. He is out in the garden, picking a bouquet of foxgloves. He's laughing, sunlight turning his brown hair gold. When his nurse comes toward him, he darts away from her. I bet he doesn't even know that those flowers are poison.

So long as there really was nothing wrong with his soul.

I feel like a child again, a helpless child in a house of death.

Were you a happy child?' 'I was magic. How could I fail to be?

Los niños no somos olvidadizos.

I know there's no real Santa. Remember that little girl in the book you read me? That newspaper guy told her that it's okay if moms and dads bought the presents, 'cause they had Santa in their heart. Well, I got him in my heart, too. So, it's okay if Connie don't believe, 'cause I know my heart is big enough for Santa and me.

Those sweetly smiling angels with pensive looks, innocent faces, and cash-boxes for hearts.

A young bride is like a plucked flower but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.

Quand les enfants commencent à voir, ils sourient; quand une jeune fille entrevoit le sentiment dans la nature, elle sourit comme elle souriait enfant. Si la lumière est le premier amour de la vie, l'amour n'est-il pas la lumière du cœur?

She was, as you know already without as yet knowing anything, the Lily of this valley, where she grew for heaven, filling it with the fragrance of her virtues.

First kisses didn't necessarily require darkness and alcohol, they could happen in the open air, with the sun warm on your face and everything around you honest and real and true.

This was not the career she'd dreamed of as an ambitious seventeen-year-old, but now it was hard to remember ever feeling innocent and audacious enough to dream of a certain type of life, as if you got to choose how things turned out.

Now it seemed like she could twist the lens on her life and see it from two entirely different perspectives. The perspective of her younger self. Her younger, sillier, innocent self. And her older, wiser, more cynical and sensible self.

All babies had that same wise look, as if they'd just come from another realm where they'd learned some beautiful truth they couldn't share. Every day brought an endless stream of new life.

there was something in your children that could bring out the child in yourself.

Finally she stopped resisting and called a truce. Young Alice was allowed to stay as long as she didn't eat too much chocolate. Now it seemed like she could twist the lens on her life and see it from two entirely different perspectives. The perspective of her younger self. Her younger, sillier, innocent self. And her older, wiser, more cynical and sensible self. And maybe sometimes Young Alice had a point.

Now it was hard to remember ever feeling innocent and audacious enough to dream of a certain type of life, as if you got to choose how things turned out.

A child laughed; a long, gurgling giggle, like a stream of soap bubbles.

Now it seemed like she could twist the lens on her life and see it from two entirely different perspectives. The perspective of her younger self. Her younger, sillier, innocent self. And her older, wiser, more cynical and sensible self. And

Even really horrible children probably looked beautiful when they slept.