Quotes About Innocence

All little creatures are beautiful...every living thing when it first sees life is born in beauty. What they grow to be is a different matter.

I'd give all the wealth that years have piled, the slow result of life's decay, To be once more a little child for one bright summer day.

When I was young, life seemed long and endless to me.

If I had influence with the good fairy... I should ask that her gift to each child in the world be a sense of wonder so indestructible that it would last throughout life.

What do little kids do? They crawl on the floor and they build with blocks. I just continued to do that for the rest of my life.

Throughout my life, I've been gratified that I've been able to keep the child in me alive and inspire others.

A happy childhood is perhaps the most-fortunate gift in life.

Childhood is the most beautiful of all life's seasons.

Every life is a march from innocence, through temptation, to virtue or vice.

Look at life with the eyes of a child.

The older I grow the more earnestly I feel that the few joys of childhood are the best that life has to give.

For a few moments I want to be 5 years old again. I want someone to plunk me down in front of a Disney movie and ask me if I want apple juice or grape.

For now, after a couple of centuries of believing that children were born either bad or blank, children were presumed to be born good. It was the mother's job to protect them from any corrupting forces, to preserve them in a suffocating innocence for as long as possible.

She smiled a wonderful smile and pinched my cheek.

Today, I saw a little girl in a little pink dress who couldn't be older than two, and I thought of how nothing could be more fleeting, more precious, more joyous than her not knowing how, running beneath the cherry trees, she was all lightness, all reverie.

And after, when it was bedtime, I would sing, "We love you, Conrad, oh yes we do. We love you, Conrad, and we'll be true" into the bathroom mirror with a mouthful of toothpaste. I would sing my eight-nine-ten-year-old heart out. But I wasn't singing to Conrad Birdie. I was singing to my Conrad. Conrad Beck Fisher, the boy of my preteen dreams.

Oh, I used to lie all the time as a kid." I didn't think of it as lying, though. I thought of it as playing make-believe. I told Kitty she was adopted and her real family was in a traveling circus. It's why she took up gymnastics.

It's funny how much of your childhood is about proximity.

I loved him in a way you can really on do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better and doesn't want to - it's dizzy and foolish and fierce.

There's an openness to his face, an innocence—a certain kind of niceness. It's the niceness that touches my heart the most.

Aching familiar in a way that made me wish I was still eight. Eight was before death or divorce or heartbreak. Eight was just eight. Hot dogs and peanut butter, mosquito bites and splinters, bikes and boogie boards. Tangled hair, sunburned shoulders, Judy Blume, in bed by nine thirty.

I loved him in a way that you really can only do the first time around. It's the kind of love that doesn't know better, and doesn't want to- it's dizzy, and foolish and fierce. That kind of love is really a one-time-only thing.

So maybe she's got a little bit of me in her after all. Kitty continues. "We could put red food coloring in the syrup, too, to make it look like blood. A bloody heart!" No, never mind. Kitty is all her own.

Stormy, can you believe we were ever so young?