Quotes About Innocence

I know I was writing stories when I was five. I don't remember what I did before that. Just loafed, I suppose.

If anyone ever told five-year-olds the truth about life, he thought, there'd be a rash of kindergarten suicides.

A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who does not play has lost forever the child who lived in him.

What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up, it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day, or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again, from zero.

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.

It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child.

Kittens are wide-eyed, soft and sweet. With needles in their jaws and feet.

My earliest memory? Trying to use a red jelly bean as lipstick.

A child sings before it speaks, dances almost before it walks. Music is in our hearts from the beginning.

When a man looks into a woman's eyes, lass, he doesna want to see the horrors he has kent written there. He wants to see joy and warmth and some measure of innocence. Tis the natural duty and desire of a man to protect his woman and children from the world's bitterness.

There are so few years to just be a child.

For her seventh birthday, Mazy Gulliver got a Play Bride set that included a white veil, a plastic bouquet and a rhinestone ring. She immediately organized a wedding celebration under the basketball goal where she married Termy Latham, the boy next door. An argument could be made that the incident was merely the first in a long series of hasty, ill-conceived and unwise decisions about men.

Back in the days of Sugar Pops and roller skates, grown-ups had no clue where their kids were, who they were with, or what the hell they were up to, and that suited kids just fine.

Tiger, Tiger, by Margaux Fragoso.

In my soul, I am still that small child who did not care about anything else but the beautiful colors of a rainbow.

Sex was the first dove.

Benny was just five and he made everyone smile. "That's Benny's job," Mama had said, "to brighten our days.

Where's Cassie, Caleb? Is she asleep?" asked Sarah. Grandfather smiled. He leaned over and took Cassie's foot, sticking out from under the daybed. "I found you, Cassie," he whispered. "I found you.

Poets and children," said Sylvan. "We are the same really. When you can't find a poet, find a child. Remember that.

I'm nostalgic. I miss childhood. I miss first grade. I miss thinking girls are gross. Do you know how much money I could save if I still thought girls were gross?

I wanted to stop talking about the whole thing. I wanted to talk about the hide and the old days and hacking at the ice and whose turn it was to toss the marble and all that, that was what I wanted to talk about. They were the best days, you could see through them days, as clear as polished glass. But Joe didn't want to.

All of a sudden I looked at him with his rosy cheeks and the two silver snots at his nose and what did I want to do I wanted to kiss him. Not the way Tiddly did it any of that but just because all of a sudden everything seemed so good. I said to myself: Just being here is so good I could stand here for ever.

He was seeking a lost innocence and settings made for enjoyment and ease, but where one could never be happy again.

Ng??i ta không già ?i. V?i nh?ng n?m tháng trôi qua, nhi?u ng??i và nhi?u th? r?t cu?c tr? nên hài h??c và n?c c??i ??n m?c b?n ném vào h? và vào chúng m?t cái nhìn tr? con.