Quotes About Innocence

The students appeared to be ten or eleven. They were playing some trust game where the students would fall from things and be caught, or get wrapped up in a bag and dragged around and then released. -I have never understood these games, said Loring. I don't know why you would want to make children more trusting. That is their principle fault to begin with.

En sevdi?i oyunca??yd?. Neydi? K?rm?z?ya boyanm??, ufak, tahta bir ku?. K?rm?z?yd?, gerçekten öyleydi; tam da gün ?????nda, gölgede, mumlarla, ?öminenin ba??nda ona bakan bir o?lan çocu?unu hayallere dald?racak, parlak, tatl? bir k?rm?z?. Ama muhabbetku?u ya da öyle de?ersiz bir tür oldu?unu sanmay?n. Hay?r, onun ku?u bir bayku?tu.

Skipping by the flowers, Skipping around for hours, Skipping in rain showers — Skipping has magical powers!

I thought it was my job to give all the boys their first kiss.

Earnest young knights are my favorite. I love the looks on their faces when they realize that they're being slow-cooked in their own armor.

And then what did you do, Lord Oliver?" Karl's eight-year-old daughter gazed up at him in awe, as though this were the best story she had ever heard.

Here is what I think now, reading what I wrote down for the police at age fifteen, right after I was raped. I was a good girl. Always a good girl, even when I was bad. I did my homework. If I can only be good enough, someone will eventually notice that I am trying so hard, exhausting myself with my effort to be good. This is true even today.

If being premenstrual is "innocence," does that make those of us with periods guilty? And this really gets to the heart of the matter: These concerns aren't about lost innocence; they're about girlhood. The virginity movement doesn't want women to be adults.

But when articles about the sexual infection rates of African American women are one column over from an article about young white women's spring break, a disturbing cultural narrative is reinforced--that "innocent" white girls are being lured into an oversexualized culture, while young black women are already part of it.

We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces.

There is no guilt in feelings ever.

Ich bin jung, ich bin zwanzig Jahre alt; aber ich kenne vom Leben nichts anderes als die Verzweiflung, den Tod, die Angst und die Verkettung sinnlosester Oberflächlichkeit mit einem Abgrund des Leidens. Ich sehe, dass Völker gegeneinander getrieben werden und sich schweigend, unwissend, töricht, gehorsam, unschuldig töten.

We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces. The first bomb, the first explosion, burst in our hearts.

Children, that's what a man needs—children, who know nothing about it.

It brings a lump into the throat to see how they go over, and run and fall. A man would like to spank them, they are so stupid, and to take them by the arm and lead them away from here where they have no business to be. They wear grey coats and trousers and boots, but for most of them the uniform is far too big, it hangs on their limbs, their shoulders are too narrow, their bodies too slight; no uniform was ever made to these childish measurements.

Jednostavna duša, još nezaražena ni skepsom ni prekomernom inteligencijom. Parsifol je bio glup. Da je bio mudar, nikad ne bi osvojio sveti Gral. Samo glupak pobe?uje u životu; drugi vidi suviše prepreka i postaje kolebljiv pre no što i po?ne... U teškim prilikama bezazlenost je najdragocenije blago, ?udotvorni plašt koji skriva opasnost u koju pametnjakovi? ule?e kao oma?ijan...

Copii sunt ca niÈ™te flori delicate, tânjesc dup? lumin?, iar dac? nu o au, îÈ™i las? capul în jos.

Once, in a time long past when men believed they could part mountains, a very different building stood in the Wal-Mart's place, and behind its mist-clouded windows ninety-three children who did not know better happily awaited the coming of the sea.

Spade gestured, and his pale wrist caught my eye. His fourth and fifth fingers stood delicately apart from the other three. It was a hand so faultless, so unaware of itself and almost innocent, I felt his mythos transform into pathos. Here was the lost boy himself. I felt my heart squeeze a bit. This is a dangerous dude, I reminded myself.

The only thing we're supposed to do is get Mrs. Allred off.

Is not the clay pit of which you speak that in which you fashioned exceedingly unsymmetrical imitations of rat-pies in your childhood?

All things truly wicked start from innocence.

Everything that's innocent to us is crazy to them.

All things truly wicked start from innocence. So you live day by day and enjoy what you have and do not worry. You lie and hate it and it destroys you and every day is more dangerous, but you live day to day as in a war.