Quotes from Harper Lee

You are using frightful means to justify ends that you think are for the good of the most people. Your ends may well be right—I think I believe in the same ends—but you cannot use people as your pawns, Atticus. You cannot.

Mr. O'Hanlon's not prejudiced, Jean Louise. He's a sadist." "Then why did you all let him get up there?" "Because he wanted to." "Sir?" "Oh yes," said her father vaguely. "He goes about addressing citizens' councils all over the state. He asked permission to speak to ours and we gave it to him. I rather think he's paid by some organization in Massachusetts—

He had to know who he'd be fighting if the time ever came to—he had to find out who they were. . . .

Amazing grace how sweet thuh sound That saved a wretch like me; I once was lost but now I'm found, Was blind, but now I see. A-men.

Atticus—" said Jem bleakly. He turned in the doorway. "What, son?" "How could they do it, how could they?" "I don't know, but they did it. They've done it before and they did it tonight and they'll do it again and when they do it—seems that only children weep. Good night." But

you. I should like to take your head apart, put a fact in it, and watch it go its way through the runnels of your brain until it comes out of your mouth.

All we had was Simon Finch, a fur-trapping apothecary from Cornwall whose piety was exceeded only by his stinginess.

Los hombres tienen tendencia a clasificar su honradez por casilleros, Jean Louise. Pueden ser perfectamente honestos en ciertos aspectos y engañarse a sí mismos en otros.

Jack! When a child asks you something, answer him, for goodness' sake. But don't make a production of it. Children are children, but they can spot an evasion quicker than adults, and evasion simply muddles 'em.

Mais ce pays met en application l'idée que tous les hommes naissent égaux dans une institution humaine qui fait du pauvre l'égal d'un Rockefeller, du crétin l'égal d'un Einstein, et de l'ignorant l'égal de n'importe quel directeur de lycée. Cette institution, messieurs les jurés, c'est le tribunal.

She had slept twelve hours, and her shoulders ached from weariness.

He didn't forget his lunch, he didn't have any. He had none today nor would he have any tomorrow or the next day. He had probably never seen three quarters together at the same time in his life.

It's alive!" she screamed.

She could not comprehend the attitudes of young people these days. Not that they needed understanding—young people were the same in every generation—but this cockiness, this refusal to take seriously the gravest questions of their lives, nettled and irritated her. Jean Louise was about to make the worst mistake of her life, and she glibly quoted those people at her, she mocked her.

I doubt if we'd ever get a complete case tried—the ladies'd be interrupting to ask questions.

I hope the world will little note nor long remember what you are saying here.

Sometimes I just don't vote my convictions, that's all.

Em primeiro lugar — começou — Scout, você tem de conseguir aprender uma coisa bastante simples, assim verá que se dará melhor com todo o tipo de pessoas. Nunca conseguirá compreender totalmente uma pessoa se não ver as coisas do seu ponto de vista... — Mas, pai? — ...se não for capaz de se colocar na pele dessa pessoa e aí permanecer bastante tempo.

The Finch doorbell was a mystical instrument; it was possible to tell the state of mind of whoever pushed it. When it said dee-ding! Jean Louise knew Henry was outside bearing down happily. She hurried to the door.

DoÄŸru konuÅŸmakla onlara doÄŸru konuÅŸmay? öÄŸretemezsiniz. Kendileri öÄŸrenmeliler...

When Alabama seceded from the Union on January 11, 1861, Winston County seceded from Alabama, and every child in Maycomb County knew it.) North Alabama was full of Liquor Interests, Big Mules, steel companies, Republicans, professors, and other persons of no background.

Uno es valiente cuando, sabiendo que ha perdido ya antes de empezar, empieza a pesar de todo y sigue hasta el final pase lo que pase.

Don't say nigger, Scout. That's common.

It is doubtful that he ever sought for meanings; he merely reared his children as best he could, and in terms of the affection his children felt for him, his best was indeed good: he was never too tired to play Keep-Away; he was never too busy to invent marvelous stories; he was never too absorbed in his own problems to listen earnestly to a tale of woe; every night he read aloud to them until his voice cracked.