Innocence most often is a good fortune and not a virtue.

I just feel like every kid is growing up too fast and they're seeing too much. Everything is about sex, and that's fine for me. I'm not saying I don't like it. But I don't think it should be...

When you're eight years old nothing is your business.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

The innocent is the person who explains nothing.

In any case, you must remember, my dearest, that the main strength of innocence is innocence itself. farewell.

Young people sometimes use their innocence as an excuse to be unwise.

She was eight years old, with the body of a child, but her spirit was weighed down by an adult suffering.

There's an innocent displacement, a dreaming, and idols are perfect for a little girl's dreaming. They aren't real. They aren't the gas station attendant trying to lure you into the back of the...

When I was a little girl, I used to try and bring sunshine to my mother. I felt so bad that she had never really seen or felt it. So I would try and catch it in jars. When that failed, I captured jars...

Growing up ruins everything

She made a creche outside the Inn. The natives thought it was wonderful, and Sister Honey was gratified by their numbers. 'Why have the devils with wings come to mock at the poor baby?' asked the...

Only thieves and children run.

My hands are of your colour; but I shame To wear a heart so white.

Writing takes a combination of sophistication and innocence; it takes conscience, our belief that something is beautiful because it is right.

When we lose our innocence - when we start feeling the weight of the atmosphere and learn that there's death in the pot - we take leave of our sense.

Innocence is a bleeding wound without a bandage, a wound that opens with every casual knock from casual passers-by. Experience is an armour.

She thought of the recurrent waves of pain that for some reason or other she and her husband had had to endure; of the invisible giants hurting her boy in some unimaginable fashion; of the...

Women do have an affinity for evil, for believing that no woman is to be trusted, but that some men are too innocent to protect themselves.

The children are without past and this is all the mystery of the magical innocence of their smile ...

Isaiah grabs my hand and leads me away from the police...My heart stutters. He's holding my hand. A guy is holding my hand. Touching it. Like his fingers entwined with mine. I've never held a guy's...