Quotes About Innocence

Mon Dieu! why could they not always be little girls?

For my own part, I know of nothing more dreadful to see than an old man's thoughts on a child's forehead; even blasphemy from girlish lips is less monstrous.

There isn't a true innocence for children whose parents are shackled.

Innocence alone dares commit certain acts of audacity. Virtue, when tutored, is as calculating as vice.

He will show you how, during the springtime of life, illusions, innocent hopes, silver threads of gossamer, descend from heaven and return there without ever touching the earth.

Have you ever noticed a little child of three or four walking hand in hand with its father through the streets? It is almost as if the two were walking in time to perfectly different tunes. Indeed, though they hold each other's hand, they might be walking on different planets … each seeing and hearing entirely different things.

It's hard to believe that a caterpillar turns into a butterfly. They don't have anything at all in common. But I guess it's just as strange that a kid turns into an adult. I never want to be like a grown-up. They don't have much fun. Greta and I are planning to live next door to each other when we grow up, and raise horses and dogs and keep a few cats. I guess we'll have to marry men who like animals.

[Skipping] takes me back to less complicated times, without leaving the present!

The pure in life and free from sin.

Su dicha fué completa, pues la halló sola, en batón, y los rizos sobre las mejillas. Como Nébel la retuvo contra la pared, ella, riendo y cortada, se recostó en el muro. Y el muchacho, a su frente, tocándola casi, sintió en sus manos inertes la alta felicidad de un amor inmaculado, que tan fácil le habría sido manchar.

Pensó en las palabras de Dostojewsky, que hasta ese momento no había comprendido: "Nada hay más bello y que fortalezca más en la vida, que un puro recuerdo". Nébel lo había guardado, ese recuerdo sin mancha, pureza inmaculada de sus dieciocho años, y que ahora estaba allí, enfangado hasta el cáliz sobre una cama de sirvienta…

A happy childhood can't be cured. Mine'll hang around my neck like a rainbow, that's all, instead of a noose.

I was innocent but certain, now I'm wiser but unsure.

Either you get a chance to be a kid when you are a kid, or you don't grow up.

We need to decide that we will not go to war, whatever reason is conjured up by the politicians or the media, because war in our time is always indiscriminate, a war against innocents, a war against children

Soms verbeeld ik me dat ik de sneeuw kan ruiken. Ruik jij hem ook, Hans?' 'Ik geloof het wel, ja, het is een geur als van kristal,' zei ik. 'Heeft kristal dan een geur? ... Dat wist ik niet!' 'Nee, natuurlijk niet, maar als het een geur had zou het net de geur van sneeuw zijn.' 'Je bent een vreemde jongen,' lachte zij en voegde er na enig aarzelen spontaan aan toe: 'Een vreemde, lieve jongen.

That's all about the natural order of things, the idea of nature protecting children but also children protecting nature.

Quem envelhece reconhece que permanecemos constantemente em culpa, através de todas as circunstâncias e combinações da vida; mas em cada homem habita também a sua sorte de inocência; e é esta que o sustenta, sem que ele mesmo saiba como

The people your brother killed - well, they all had souls. They weren't Satan. Ryu Yohan wasn't Satan, either. His faith was twisted, that's all. I know now. I know that God is innocent. (2007: 143)

young make foolish mistakes when they think they are in love. "You are quite sure he is guilty?" "Reasonably. We have ruled out robbery.

Children aren't only less inhibited than adults; they are also less powerful, and smaller too. They may or may not be more open-minded and liberated than grown-ups, but they are forced to live in a world that wasn't designed for them, and one that is not primarily concerned with their desires and their welfare. And so children are constantly compromising, constantly adjusting to an environment that is clearly not theirs, not yet. That's wisdom, not innocence.

Why isn't everybody the way they were at first? I wonder.

And what was it pen and fingers had drawn? What else. Wee Wendy Waif. As she could be. As she should be. As she would be. Now. Courtney Hall's smile was as bitter as her chocolate.

When an innocent man suddenly dies, God laughs. God gave the world to the wicked. He made all the judges blind, And if God didn't do it, who did? If I smile and try to forget my pain, All my suffering comes back to haunt me; I know that God does hold me guilty. Since I am held guilty, why should I bother? No soap can wash away my sins.