Quotes About Innocence

There's no love like the first.

To want your child to remain innocent whilst toughening up enough to survive This Life is entirely contradictory, but, as far as I can tell, an almost-universal parental desire. It

By the time I'm nine I know the world is a dangerous place.  I've heard whispers about razorblades in apples, about Charlie Manson and his family.  But no one is offering any clear information.

Nobody can be more cruel than a child.

The learned must educate the ignorant. Because, according to society, ignorance is never bliss. Except in retrospect. I look back upon my ignorance with the knowledge that I was much happier then than now. Consider this: children know precious little, but the profound ignorance comes from profound innocence. People really mean to say that innocence is bliss. And bliss is short-lived.

I believe in the power of origins, a belief that, as Ecclesiastes put it, 'that wich is done is that wich shall be done: and there is no new thing under de sun'; that we claim as originality and discovery are nothing but the airs and delusios of our innocence, ignorance, and arrogance: that whatever is said was said better - more powerfully, beautifully, and purely, long ago

The child's world changed late one afternoon, though she didn't know it.

Her tenderness was unbearable. She was nine years old. She knew how to kiss me better: a simple thing, but one I could never have taught her. And I had come here to save her.

To not being nine years old and at the mercy of the world.

Remember when you asked me why I didn't hit Geordie? It was because I don't know how. That little girl in Arkansas doesn't, either. You do. I know that.

She swallowed, and her heart filled with light she had known as a child.

Sowohl die heidnische wie auch die romantische Liebe ist unschuldig; lasterhaft ist nur die satte und hygienische Sexulaität zwischen Gleichen.

Having promulgated the dogma of original innocence, liberalism concludes that the man guilty of the crime is not the envious murderer but the victim who aroused his envy.

la pureza de quien no llegó a ser lo suficientemente impuro para saber qué cosa es la pureza.

Believe me when I tell you that there is no lie quite so obvious as the one where you try to protest that you have washed your face ready for bedtime while you are still sporting an enormous ear-to-ear purple smile of dried Ribena.

You know, it's pretty easy reading this book to see why I was angry and confused for all those years. I lived my life being told different stories: some true, some lies and I still don't know which is which. Children are born innocent. At birth we are very much like a new hard drive - no viruses, no bad information, no crap that's been downloaded into it yet. It's what we feed into that hard drive, or in my case "head drive" that starts the corruption of the files.

In effetti la pietà non ci assale mai così violentemente come alla vista della bellezza toccata dal soffio corruttore del vizio. Ancora ancora gli si accompagnasse la deformità, la bellezza, la tenera bellezza... nei nostri pensieri si unisce soltanto all'innocenza e alla purezza.

When man has finally fulfilled his death wish by wiping out anything that breathes, including himself, Pan will return to a world made innocent again.

I suppose I do complain sometimes. Who doesn't? We all know (or believe secretly) that when we were children we were happy and trusting and hopeful and good and that we would still be all these pleasant things if sometime, somewhere, somehow, we had not been betrayed.

When you are young your imagination is so clear.

Una persona joven no puede conocer su vida, lo que será o cómo se desarrollará. Al crecer, adquieres la sensación de que las dificultades se limitan a momentos concretos en el tiempo, de que pasarán. Sin embargo, cuando eres joven, un único instante parece el mundo entero. Lo sientes permanente. Años después, pasaría a vivir una vida mejor. Viajaría por el mundo. Pero aquel invierno era apenas una niña.

Eve was framed.

An echo from the past when, innocent We looked upon the present with delight And doubted not the future would be kinder And never knew the loneliness of night.

imagination is a form of flagellation if a sensitive child lets it run wild ...