#innocence

O how can wicked men seem so steady and untouched with such black hearts, while poor innocents stand like malefactors before them! ↗

— Samuel Richardson

#evil-people #innocence #men

Don't care what people say Just follow your own way Don't give up and use the chance To return to innocence. That's not the beginning of the end That's the return to yourself The return to innocence. ↗

— Enigma

#innocence #lyrics #music #return-to-innocence #music

Eccentricity is not, as some would believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd. ↗

— Edith Sitwell

#emotion #philosophy #innocence

In self-defense and in defense of the innocent, cowardice is the only sin. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#cowardice #sin #innocence

We need to decide that we will not go to war, whatever reason is conjured up by the politicians or the media, because war in our time is always indiscriminate, a war against innocents, a war against children ↗

— Howard Zinn

#innocence

The dangerous one was Ren. Innocent though the white tiger he appeared to be, he was a compelling predator. Utterly irresistible -- like a Venus flytrap. So alluring, so tempting, so deadly. Everything he did was seductive and possibly hazardous to my health. ↗

— Colleen Houck

#kelsey #ren #tiger-s-curse #tiger-saga #innocence

My child, I know you're not a child But I still see you running wild Between those flowering trees. Your sparkling dreams, your silver laugh Your wishes to the stars above Are just my memories. And in your eyes the ocean And in your eyes the sea The waters frozen over With your longing to be free. Yesterday you'd awoken To a world incredibly old. This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold. You had to kill this child, I know. To break the arrows and the bow To shed your skin and change. The trees are flowering no more There's blood upon the tiles floor This place is dark and strange. I see you standing in the storm Holding the curse of youth Each of you with your story Each of you with your truth. Some words will never be spoken Some stories will never be told. This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold. I didn't say the world was good. I hoped by now you understood Why I could never lie. I didn't promise you a thing. Don't ask my wintervoice for spring Just spread your wings and fly. Though in the hidden garden Down by the green green lane The plant of love grows next to The tree of hate and pain. So take my tears as a token. They'll keep you warm in the cold. This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold. You've lived too long among us To leave without a trace You've lived too short to understand A thing about this place. Some of you just sit there smoking And some are already sold. This is the age you are broken Or turned into gold. This is the age you are broken or turned into gold. ↗

— Antonia Michaelis

#growing-up #innocence #poem #youth #age

We're children. We're supposed to be childish. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#innocence #myrcella #myrcella-baratheon #childhood

Innocence of heart and violence of feeling are necessary in any kind of superior achievement: The arts cannot exist without them. ↗

— Louise Bogan

#any #arts #cannot #exist #feeling

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. ↗

— Todd Gitlin

#american #american movies #appeal #because #deliver