Quotes About Judgment

Jem, see if you can stand in Bob Ewell's shoes a minute. I destroyed his last shred of credibility at that trial, if he had any to begin with. The man had to have some kind of comeback, his kind always does.

If I could have explained these things to Miss Caroline, I would have saved myself some inconvenience and Miss Caroline subsequent mortification, but it was beyond my ability to explain things as well as Atticus, so I said, "You're shamin' him, Miss Caroline. Walter hasn't got a quarter at home to bring you, and you can't use any stovewood.

You're starting off on the wrong foot in every way, my dear. Hold out your hand." I thought she was going to spit in it, which was the only reason anybody in Maycomb held out his hand: it was a time-honored method of sealing oral contracts.

I think I'm beginning to understand why Boo Radley's stayed shut up in the house all this time... it's because he wants to stay inside.

It's slipped into usage with somepeople like ourselves, when they want a common, ugly term to label somebody.

The boy stood up. He was the filthiest human I had ever seen. His neck was dark gray, the backs of his hands were rusty, and his fingernails were black deep into the quick.

Jean Louise, did you come down on the train Like That?

You said, in effect, 'I don't like the way these people do, so I have no time for them.' You'd better take time for 'em, honey, otherwise you'll never grow.

But in the absence of eye-witness there's always a doubt, sometimes only the shadow of a doubt. The law says 'reasonable doubt', but I think a defendant's entitled to the shadow of doubt. There's always the possibility, no matter how improbable, that he's innocent.

Cecil Jacobs, who lived at the far end of our street next door to the post office, walked a total of one mile per school day to avoid the Radley Place and old Mrs. Henry Lafayette Dubose. Mrs. Dubose lived two doors up the street from us; neighborhood opinion was unanimous that Mrs. Dubose was the meanest old woman who ever lived. Jem wouldn't go by her place without Atticus beside him.

There's four kinds of folks in the world. There's the ordinary kind like us and the neighbors, there's the kind like the Cunninghams out in the woods, the kind like the Ewells down at the

Los payasos son hombres tristes; es la gente la que se ríe de ellos. —Bien

I wondered if anybody had ever called her "ma'am" or "Miss Mayella" in her life; probably not, as she took offense to routine courtesy. What on earth was her life like?

There's something in our world that makes men lose their heads--they couldn't be fair if they tried.

They are simple people, most of them, but that doesn't make them subhuman. You are telling them Jesus loves them, but not much.

Jean Louise, when I said that I wasn't referring to us." "Who were you talking about, then?" "I was talking about the—you know, the trashy people. The men who keep Negro women and that kind of thing.

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.

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!

But Mrs Dubose held us: 'Not only a Finch waiting on tables but one in the court-house lawing for niggers!

A baseball hit into the Radley yard was a lost ball and no questions asked.

Con không bao gi? thá»±c sá»± hi?u má»™t ng??i cho ??n khi con xem xét m?i vi?c t? quan Ä'i?m c?a ng??i Ä'ó

she discovered that I was literate and looked at me with more than faint distaste.

Sometimes, it's never an insult to be called what someone thinks is a bad name.

It's never an insult to be called what somebody thinks is a bad name. It just shows you how poor that person is. It doesn't hurt you.