Quotes About Innocence

Life was so simple for them. Their biggest worry was what they'd get for their birthdays. Their biggest grumble was the time they had to go to bed. Maybe things would be different for them … Better. Meggie forced herself to believe that things would be better for the children, otherwise what was the point of it all?

Porquinho-da-Índia Quando eu tinha seis anos Ganhei um porquinho-da-índia. Que dor de coração me dava Porque o bichinho só queria estar debaixo do fogão! Levava ele prá sala Pra os lugares mais bonitos mais limpinhos Ele não gostava: Queria era estar debaixo do fogão. Não fazia caso nenhum das minhas ternurinhas . . . — O meu porquinho-da-índia foi minha primeira namorada.

Você é a coisa mais bonita que eu vi até hoje na minha vida, inclusive o porquinho-da-índia que me deram quando eu tinha seis anos.

No, yo no me arrepiento de nada. Cada vez me convenzo más de que el sexo es la inocencia misma.

Leggere è un vizio solitario e innocente

In a way, the user of the non-place is always required to prove his innocence. Checks on the contract and the user's identity, a priory or a posteriori, stamp the space of contemporary consumption with the sign of non-place: it can be entered only by the innocent.

to the pure all things are pure,137 that the simple and upright soul sees evil in nothing since it resides only in impure hearts, not in inanimate objects.

It is the way of spiritual childhood, the way of trust and absolute surrender.

Amen, I say to you, unless you be converted and become as little children, you shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven" (Mt 18:3).

En el largo periplo que te espera, no pierdas nunca tu alma de niño, no olvides nunca tus sueños; serán el motor de tu existencia, formarán el sabor y el olor de tus mañanas.

Edward had lived 'a celibate life'; indeed, 'he preserved with holy chastity the dignity of his consecration, and lived his whole life dedicated in true innocence'.

Tel est le peuple : ses défauts ne viennent que de son ignorance. Mais son coeur est bon comme le bon pain, et il a la générosité des enfants.

On no days of our childhood did we live so fully perhaps as those we thought we had left behind without living them, those that we spent with a favorite book.

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we believe we left without having lived them, those we spent with a favorite book.

On no days of our childhood did we live so fully perhaps as those we thought we had left behind without living them, those that we spent with a favourite book.

When he talked, there was a sort of mushy sound to his pronunciation that was charming because one sensed that it betrayed not so much an impediment in his speech as a quality of his soul, a sort of vestige of early childhood innocence that he had never lost. Each consonant he could not pronounce appeared to be another instance of a hardness of which he was incapable.

No days, perhaps, of all our childhood are ever so fully lived are those that we had regarded as not being lived at all: days spent wholly with a favourite book.

Oh, my poor little hawthorns," I was assuring them through my sobs, "it isn't you who want me to be unhappy, to force me to leave you. You, you've never done me any harm. So I shall always love you." And, drying my eyes, I promised them that, when I grew up, I would never copy the foolish example of other men, but that even in Paris, on fine spring days, instead of paying calls and listening to silly talk, I would set off for the country to see the first hawthorn-trees in bloom.

When he spoke, his words came with a confusion which was delightful to hear because one felt that it indicated not so much a defect in his speech as a quality of his soul, as it were a survival from the age of innocence which he had never wholly outgrown.

Gabriel, to thee thy course by lot hath given Charge and strict watch that to this happy place No evil thing approach or enter in.

The Tempter ere th' Accuser of man-kind, To wreck on innocent frail man his loss Of that first Battel, and his flight to Hell: Yet

Her heavenly form Angelick, but more soft and feminine, Her graceful innocence, her every air Of gesture, or least action overawed His malice

up they rose As from unrest; and, each the other viewing, Soon found their eyes how opened, and their minds How darkened. Innocence, that, as a veil, Had shadowed them from knowing ill, was gone; Just confidence, and native righteousness, And honour, from about them, naked left To guilty shame; He covered, but his robe Uncovered more.

Ah, why should all mankind For one mans fault thus guiltless be condemn'd, If guiltless? But