Top Innocence Lost Quotes

Some of the most evil human beings in the world are psychiatrists. Not all psychiatrists. Some psychiatrists are selfless, caring people who really want to help. But the sad truth is that in today's s...

When shame is met with compassion and not received as confirmation of our guilt, we can begin to see how slant a lens it has had us looking through. That awareness lets us step back far enough to see t...

Hello," Life says, "Remember me?We started out together hereWhen you were just a bundleOf innocent amazement.Remember how you saw the worldWith nothing but wonder?We were such rowdy playmates then.We...

Nobody can stay in the garden of Eden, Jacques said. And then: I wonder why....Everyone, after all, goes the same dark road--and the road has a trick of being most dark, most treacherous, when it seem...

O Rose thou art sick.The invisible worm.That flies in the nightIn the howling storm:Has found out thy bedOf crimson joy;And his dark secret loveDoes thy life destroy.-

If you believe that the killing of innocent people is right, then you are not part of my future.

Innocent like the first dreamsA few words dropped on the paper;Contaminated they were by the surrounding air,Fame swarmed, naivety disappeared!

We shoot our heroes and enjoy peripeteia as a spectacle akin to sport and perhaps harshly disavowing the past protects us from the disappointment of our outsized hopes--who knows, really, but shifts i...

They were like waking up to what was being done to their malenky persons and saying that they wanted to go home and like I was a wild beast. They looked like they had been in some big bitva, as indeed...

Where was my guardian angel when I needed him most? If only I knew.

Innocence crafts its own demise.

That little girl was dead and in her place stood a cold-blooded killer.

He had always tried to treat Havaa as a child and she always went along with it, as though childhood and innocence were fantastical creatures that had died long ago, resurrected only in games of make...

Who is that blond child laughing as he runs after his colored marbles? [my marbles]It's meAnd who is the poet writing this poem?That blond child who laughed as he ran after his colored marbles

I knelt and locked the door. I locked the door locking the world and time outside. I stretched my body across the mattress and Saskia drew in close to me and placed her open hand on my chest, her mout...

Never had we ever kissed as lovers; if we touched lips it was as brother and sister. In one moment of emotion, our lips fell together by accident, but we quickly removed ourselves as though we were ch...

I would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy.

The world was alive, the sky descending; our times were lullabies and sad goodbyes.

There is no place for innocence on the battlefield.

Innocence could be lost more than once after all.