Quotes About Innocence

Plain living and high thinking are no more:The homely beauty of the good old causeIs gone; our peace, our fearful innocence,And pure religion breathing household laws.

Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now.

Delight and liberty, the simple creed of childhood.

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

The child is father of the man: And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.

The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction: not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest— Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast.

The Flower that smells the sweetest is Shy and Lowly.

Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy

Cheap matter offered they to boyish wit

I suppose there's a time in practically every young boy's life when he's affected by that wonderful disease of puppy love. I don't mean the kind a boy has for the pretty little girl that lives down the road. I mean the real kind, the kind that has four small feet and a wiggly tail, and sharp little teeth that can gnaw on a boy's finger; the kind a boy can romp and play with, even eat and sleep with.

Such a Pretty, Pretty Girl

If you'd asked me at age eight to describe God, I would have said that He was 100 feet tall and had long white hair and a gray robe. He was looking down only at me, and His book was always open so He could keep score. As a result of what He saw with me, God was frowning.

The countenances of children, like those of animals, are masks, not faces, for they have not yet developed a significant profile of their own.

he seemed convinced that children's questions were much more important than those of an adult. He preferred smart questions to smart answers.

I'm sure it must have been even more wonderful then, when we were young and knew nothing about the pain of growing up.

I needed to pretend to be myself at a younger, more innocent age, when we had stood marveling at the snow in the hall. I was sure that Jun would dive into only pure water, and I wanted his dive into me to be perfect; I wanted him to enter with no splash at all.

and he seemed convinced that children's questions were much more important than those of an adult. He preferred smart questions to smart answers.

On ne retombe pas en enfance, on n'en sort jamais. Vieux, moi? Qu'est-ce qu'un vieillard sinon un enfant qui a pris de l'âge ou du vendre ?...

Many children are natural fantasists, I think, perhaps because their imaginations have yet to be clobbered into submission by experience.

A boy with a ball. A boy with a dream.

I have a daughter who reminds me too much of what I used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. —KURT COBAIN, in his suicide note

Al final de la vida nos renace la pasión de la infancia por recibir regalos, mearnos encima y decir la verdad.

But how had he died? Zoe knew that Gingernut was very young, even in hamster years. Could this be a hamster murder? she wondered. But what kind of person would want to murder a defenceless little hamster? Well, before this story is over, you will know. And you will also know that there are people capable of doing much, much worse. The most evil man in the world is lurking somewhere in this very book. Read on, if you dare…

No matter who you are or where you're from, we can all look upon the raw, energetic creations of children and agree that they are very shitty artists.