Quotes About Morality

That proves something—that a gang of wild animals can be stopped, simply because they're still human.

Atticus said to Jem one day, "I'd rather you shot at tin cans in the back yard, but I know you'll go after birds. Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit 'em, but remember it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.

You're no better. You're no damn better. You just try to kill their souls instead of their bodies.

Sherlock Holmes and Jem Finch would agree.

I think maybe he put his gun down when he realized that God had given him an unfair advantage over most living things.

But this is a truth that applies to the human race and to no particular race of men. There is not a person in this courtroom who has never told a lie, who has never done an immoral thing, and there is no man living who has never looked upon a woman without desire.

Well, it'd be sort of like shootin' a mockingbird, wouldn't it?" Atticus put his face in my hair and rubbed it. When he got up and walked across the porch into the shadows, his youthful step had returned. Before he went inside the house, he stopped in front of Boo Radley. "Thank you for my children, Arthur," he said.

Atticus had used every tool available to free men to save Tom Robinson, but in the secret courts of men's hearts Atticus had no case. Tom was a dead man the minute Mayella Ewell opened her mouth and screamed.

The law is what he lives by. He'll do his best to prevent someone from beating up somebody else, then he'll turn around and try to stop no less than the Federal Government—just like you, child. You turned and tackled no less than your own tin god—but remember this, he'll always do it by the letter and by the spirit of the law. That's the way he lives.

His first two clients were the last two persons hanged in the Maycomb County jail. Atticus had urged them to accept the state's generosity in allowing them to plead Guilty to second-degree murder and escape with their lives, but they were Haverfords, in Maycomb County a name synonymous with jackass.

When Atticus came home to dinner he found me crouched down aiming across the street. "What are you shooting at?" "Miss Maudie's rear end." Atticus turned and saw my generous target bending over her bushes. He pushed his hat to the back of his head and crossed the street. "Maudie," he called, "I thought I'd better warn you. You're in considerable peril.

sebelum aku mampu hidup bersama orang lain, aku harus hidup dengan diriku sendiri. Satu hal yang tidak tunduk pada mayoritas adalah nurani seseorang

Your father's right," she said. "Mockingbirds don't do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don't eat up people's gardens, don't nest in corncribs, they don't do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That's why it's a sin to kill a mockingbird.

Bir kibrit çak?p kaplumbaÄŸan?n alt?na tutman?n iÄŸrenç bir ÅŸey olduÄŸunu söyledi Dill. Ä°ÄŸren. falan deÄŸil, s?rf d??ar? ç?karmak için, ateÅŸin içine atmak gibi bir ÅŸey deÄŸil, diye gürledi Jem. Kibritin ona zarar vermeyeceÄŸini nereden biliyorsun? KaplumbaÄŸalar hissetmez, aptal, dedi Jem. Hiç kaplumbaÄŸa oldun mu?

How can you hate Hitler so bad an'then turn around and be ugly about folks at home?

tetapi sebelum aku mampu hidup dengan orang lain, aku hidup dengan diriku sendiri. Satu hal yang tidak tunduk pada mayoritas adalah nurani seseorang.

Atticus was speaking so quietly his last word crashed on our ears. I looked up, and his face was vehement. "There's nothing more sickening to me than a low-grade white man who'll take advantage of a Negro's ignorance. Don't fool yourselves—it's all adding up and one of these days we're going to pay the bill for it. I hope it's not in you children's time.

She did not stand alone, but what stood behind her, the most potent moral force in her life, was the love of her father.

You are too young to understand it,' she said, 'but sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is more dangerous than a whiskey bottle...

Don't you understand that?" "I understand that you're a goddamned hypocrite.

Matad todos los arrendajos azules que queráis, pero recordad que matar a un ruiseñor es pecado. (...) Los ruiseñores sólo se dedican a cantar para alegrarnos. No estropean los huertos, no anidan en los arcones del maíz, no hacen nada más que derramar su corazón, cantando para nuestro deleite. Por eso es pecado matar un ruiseñor.

Lo único que no se rige por la mayoría es la conciencia de uno.

There's a black boy dead for no reason, and the man responsible for it's dead. Let the dead bury the dead this time, Mr. Finch. Let the dead bury the dead.

When Jean Louise and her brother were children, Atticus had occasional drawn them a sharp distinction between mere scatology and blasphemy. The one he could abide. He hated dragging God into it.