American movies and music deliver themes of freedom, innocence, and power that appeal to others - partly because America itself was put together out of a multiplicity of national traditions.
Writing novels preserves you in a state of innocence -- a lot passes you by -- simply because your attention is otherwise diverted.
Innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.
Justice while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot
The innocence that feels no risk and is taught no caution is more vulnerable than guilt, and oftener assailed.
Innocence is like polished armor; it adorns and defends.
Innocence and mystery never dwell long together.
Nothing looks so like innocence as an indiscretion.
The essential self is innocent, and when it tastes its own innocence knows that it lives for ever.
People who shut their eyes to reality simply invite their own destruction, and anyone who insists on remaining in a state of innocence long after that innocence is dead turns himself into a monster.
Once you start asking questions,innocence is gone.
The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.”
Ignorance is not innocence but sin.
We each begin in innocence.We all become guilty.
I think innocence is something that adults project upon children that's not really there.
Innocence in genius, and candor in power, are both noble qualities.
Through our own recovered innocence we discern the innocence of our neighbors.
Innocence always calls mutely for protection when we would be so much wiser to guard ourselves against it: innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.
The only thing I was trying to portray was serenity. Also, innocence, vulnerability and elegance.
“Things fall apart; the center cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity”
The little word is has its tragedies; it marries and identifies different things with the greatest innocence; and yet no two are ever identical, and if therein lies the charm of wedding them and calling them one, therein too lies the danger. Whenever I use the word is, except in sheer tautology, I deeply misuse it; and when I discover my error, the world seems to fall asunder and the members of my family no longer know one another.
A man writes to throw off the poison which he has accumulated because of his false way of life. He is trying to recapture his innocence, yet all he succeeds in doing (by writing) is to inoculate the world with a virus of his disillusionment. No man would set a word down on paper if he had the courage to live out what he believed in.
Every act of rebellion expresses a nostalgia for innocence and an appeal to the essence of being.
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence. Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance. Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence. Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.