#innocence

There have always been poets who performed. Blake sang his Songs of Innocence and Experience to parties of friends. ↗

— Adrian Mitchell

#been #blake #experience #friends #his

The Summer of Love had already given way to the the winter of Who the f--k are you? ↗

— Jaffe Cohen

#seventies #love

Innocence ends when one is stripped of the delusion that one likes oneself. ↗

— Joan Didion

#innocence #self-acceptance #respect

If all the world hated you and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved of you and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#innocence #world

The others cast themselves down upon the fragrant grass, but Frodo stood awhile still lost in wonder. It seemed to him that he had stepped through a high window that looked on a vanished world. A light was upon it for which his language had no name. All that he saw was shapely, but the shapes seemed at once clear cut, as if they had been first conceived and drawn at the uncovering of his eyes, and ancient as if they had endured for ever. He saw no colour but those he knew, gold and white and blue and green, but they were fresh and poignant, as if he had at that moment first perceived them and made for them names new and wonderful. In winter here no heart could mourn for summer or for spring. No blemish or sickness or deformity could be seen in anything that grew upon the earth. On the land of Lórien, there was no stain. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#lorien #lothlorien #purity #mourning

Anxiety is the beginning of conscience, which is the parent of the soul but is not compatible with innocence. ↗

— Angela Carter

#beginning #compatible #conscience #innocence #parent

The writer cannot abandon himself simply to inspiration, and feign innocence vis a vis language, because language is never innocent. ↗

— Juan Goytisolo

#because #cannot #feign #himself #innocence

Once you start asking questions, innocence is gone. ↗

— Mary Astor

#asking questions #gone #innocence #once #questions

Never resist a sentence you like, in which language takes its own pleasure and in which, after having abused it for so long, you are stupefied by its innocence. ↗

— Jean Baudrillard

#having #innocence #language #like #long

Ignorance is not innocence but sin. ↗

— Robert Browning

#innocence #sin