Quotes About Innocence

Where there are laws, innocence need not tremble.

Pretend" often confuses the adult, but it is the child's real and serious world, the stage upon which any identity is possible and secret thoughts can be safely revealed.

Children are deeply curious about odd behaviors and seldom offended or worried by them. What a remarkable gift to bestow on another person, it occurs to me, and so difficult for adults to accomplish.

Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their nature, which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these chosen creatures I propose to designate as "nymphets."

Between the age limits of nine and fourteen there occur maidens who, to certain bewitched travelers, twice or many times older than they, reveal their true nature which is not human, but nymphic (that is, demoniac); and these chosen creatures I propose to designate as nymphets.

Little girl whom do you love more, mama or papa? -Stalin!

It is better to risk saving a guilty man than to condemn an innocent one.

It is better to risk saving a guilty person than to condemn an innocent one.

For he comes, the human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.

How but in custom and in ceremony are innocence and beauty born?

I guess I had never bothered to consider that there might such a thing as a boy, but now that I had found one, I thought it was just about the most wonderful concept in the world. He smelled of mud and sugar and an animal I'd never scented before, and a faint meaty odor clung to his fingers, so I licked them.

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere the ceremony of innocence is lost The best lack all conviction, while the worst are filled with passionate intensity.

Come away, O, human child! To the woods and waters wild, With a fairy hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

To A Squirrel At Kyle-Na-No Come play with me; Why should you run Through the shaking tree As though I'd a gun To strike you dead? When all I would do Is to scratch your head And let you go.

Oh dear white children, casual as birds, Playing among the ruined languages, So small beside their large confusing words.

O dear white children casual as birds, Playing among the ruined languages, So small beside their large confusing words, So gay against the greater silences Of dreadful things you did: O hang the head, Impetuous child with the tremendous brain, O weep, child, weep, O weep away the stain, Lost innocence who wished your lover dead, Weep for the lives your wishes never led.

Dear little not-so-innocents, beware of Old Grandmother Spider: rump her endearments – She's not quite as nice as She looks, nor you quite as tough as you think.

Time that is intolerant Of the brave and the innocent, And indifferent in a week To a beautiful physique, Worships language and forgives Everyone by whom it lives; Pardons cowardice, conceit, Lays its honours at their feet. ...

My cradle was a shoe.

For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child Himself.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies!

Sometimes you're just the sweetest thing. Like Christmas, summer vacation, and a brand-new puppy rolled into one.

Christmas is sights, especially the sights of Christmas reflected in the eyes of a child.

You can mess with a lot of things, but you can't mess with kids on Christmas.