Quotes from Harper Lee

She followed him into a dark parlor to which clung the musky sweet smell of clean Negro, snuff, and Hearts of Love hairdressing. Several shadowy forms rose when she entered.

We could do nothing to please her . If I said as sunnily as I could, 'Hey, Mrs Dubose,' I would receive for an answer, 'Don't you say hey to me, you ugly girl! You say good afternoon, Mrs Dubose!

Mad, mad, mad as a hatter. Well, that's the way of all Finches. Difference between Uncle Jack and the rest of 'em, though, is he knows he's crazy.

she may have discovered that all her life she had been with a visual defect which had gone unnoticed and neglected by herself and by those closest to her: she was born color blind.

This practice allegedly overcame a variety of evils: standing in front of his fellows encouraged good posture and gave a child poise; delivering a short talk made him word-conscious; learning his current event strengthened his memory; being singled out made him more than ever anxious to return to the Group.

There was no hurry, for there was nowhere to go, nothing to buy and no money to buy it with, nothing to see outside the boundaries of Maycomb County. But it was a time of vague optimism for some of the people: Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself.

Adevaratul curaj este sa stii caesti invins de la bun inceput, dar sa nu renunti totusi la lupta.

I breathed again. It wasn't me, it was only Calpurnia they were talking about. Revived, I entered the livingroom. Atticus had retreated behind his newspaper and Aunt Alexandra was worrying her embroidery

I've got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience.

His private character was his public character.

Miss Jean Louise, stand up. Your father's passin'.

Ladies bathed before noon, after their three o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft tea-cakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcolm.

Good evening, Mrs Dubose! You look like a picture this evening.' I never heard Atticus say like a picture of what. He would tell her the court-house news, and would say he hoped with all his heart she'd have a good day tomorrow. He would return his hat to his head, swing me to his shoulders in her very presence, and we would go home in the twilight. It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived.

Why reasonable people go stark raving mad when anything involving a Negro comes up, is something I don't pretend to understand

The Radley Place was inhabited by an unknown entity the mere description of whom was enough to make us behave for days on end; Mrs. Dubose was plain hell.

Well, most folks seem to think they're right and you're wrong. . . ." "They're certainly entitled to think that, and they're entitled to full respect for their opinions," said Atticus, "but before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself.

Shoot all the blue jays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.

What does D.V. mean?" Dr. Finch sighed his you-have-no-education-young-woman sigh, raised his eyebrows, and said: "Deo volente. 'God willin',' child. 'God willin'.' A reliable Catholic utterance.

There's something in our world that makes men lose their heads—they couldn't be fair if they tried. In our courts, when it's a white man's word against a black man's, the white man always wins. They're ugly, but those are the facts of life.

Through the weeks he had cultivated an expression of polite and detached interest, which he would present to her in answer to her most blood-curdling inventions.

And I thought to myself, well, we're making a step - it's just a baby-step, but it's a step

Yüz y?l geri kalmam?z, kazanmaya gayret etmememizi gerektirmez.

Don't you contradict me!' Mrs Dubose bawled. 'And you -' she pointed an arthritic finger at me - 'what are you doing in those overalls? You should be in a dress and camisole, young lady! You'll grow up waiting on tables if somebody doesn't change your ways - a Finch waiting on tables at the O.K. Cafe - hah!

Nie, Jem, mówiÄ™ ci , ?e istnieje tylko jedna odmiana ludzi. Ludzie.