Quotes About Innocence

The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,And the free maids that weave their thread with bones,Do use to chant it: it is silly sooth,And dallies with the innocence of love,Like the old age.

A maiden never bold;Of spirit so still and quiet, that her motionBlush'd at herself.

As chaste as unsunn'd snow.

He hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows.

The chariest maid is prodigal enoughIf she unmask her beauty to the moon;Virtue itself 'scapes not calumnious strokes;The canker galls the infants of the springToo oft before their buttons be disclos'd,And in the morn and liquid dew of youthContagious blastments are most imminent.

Look like the innocent flower,But be the serpent under 't.

The fair, the chaste, and unexpressive she.

Love is too young to know what conscience is.

Chaste as the icicleThat's curdied by the frost from purest snow,And hangs on Dian's temple.

You speak like a green girl,Unsifted in such perilous circumstance.

We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun,And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'dWas innocence for innocence.

The big round tearsCours'd one another down his innocent noseIn piteous chase.

Fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.

The innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care...

Dost thou not see my baby at my breast,That sucks the nurse asleep?

Be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny. Get thee to a nunnery, go.

The trust I have is in mine innocence, and therefore am I bold and resolute.

He reached out and took her hand. Neither cared that someone might see. They had been taught all their lives that the only deep feelings between men and women were sexual, but now they knew that it was a lie. They were friends and they loved one another, and their hand-holding was perfectly innocent. It was one more thing to rejoice in, one more way in which they had risen above the system, above the machine.

Kids: they dance before they learn there is anything that isn't music.

Kids: they dance before they learn there is anything that isn't music

Why I Am Happy Now has come, an easy time. I let it roll. There is a lake somewhere so blue and far nobody owns it. A wind comes by and a willow listens gracefully. I hear all this, every summer. I laugh and cry for every turn of the world, its terribly cold, innocent spin. That lake stays blue and free; it goes on and on. And I know where it is.

No white man is innocent. I am not innocent.

childlike intuition, free play, and body movement were integral to his creative thinking.