Quotes About Community

Almost died first year I come to school and et them pecans—folks say he pizened 'em and put 'em over on the school side of the fence.

es posible pararle los pies a una turba, simplemente porque continúan siendo seres humanos.

Neighbours bring food with death and flowers with sickness and little things in between. Boo was our neighbour. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a pair of good luck pennies, and our lives.

Little Chuck Little, a hundred years old in his knowledge of cows and their habits, was halfway through an Uncle Natchell story when Miss Gates stopped him: 'Charles, that is not a current event. That is an advertisement.

That Walter's as smart as he can be, he just gets held back sometimes because he has to stay out and help his daddy. Nothin's wrong with him. Naw, Jem, I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks.

You think about that,' Miss Maudie was saying. 'It was no accident. I was sittin' there on the porch last night, waiting. I waited and waited to see you all come down the sidewalk and as I waited I thought. Atticus Finch won't win, he can't win, but he'd the only man in these parts who can keep a jury out so long in a case like that. And I thought to myself, well, we're making a step - it's just a baby-step, but it's a step.

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

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

a gang of wild animals can be stopped,simply because they're still human.

he couldn't see why on earth people lived in that place when they could have a house and a yard for far less down here.

Dr. Finch looked up. "You're making a bad mistake if you think your daddy's dedicated to keeping the Negroes in their places.

Everything I have ever taken for right and wrong these people have taught me—these same, these very people. So it's me, it's not them. Something has happened to me.

For a while' in Maycomb meant anything from three days to thirty years.

you better go warn your younger friends that if they want to preserve Our Way of Life, it begins at home. It doesn't begin with the schools or the churches or anyplace but home.

The handful of people in this town who say that fair play is not marked White Only; the handful of people who say a fair trial is for everybody, not just us; the handful of people with enough humility to think, when they look at a Negro, there but for the Lord's kindness am I.

No, tutti devono imparare, nessuno nasce sapendo già le cose. Walter è intelligentissimo, soltanto rimane indietro perché a volte deve andare nei campi ad aiutare suo padre; ma è in gamba lo stesso. No Jem, io credo che la gente sia di un tipo solo: gente, e basta!

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.

I thought we were just people. I have no idea.

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.

After much passing around of money Cousin Joshua was moved across the tracks and placed in state accommodations for the irresponsible

Thereafter, he [Bob Ewell] resumed his regular weekly appearances at the welfare office for his cheque, and received it with no grace amid obscure mutterings that the bastards who thought they ran this town wouldn't permit an honest man to make a living.

Negro would not pass the Radley Place at night, he would cut across to the sidewalk opposite and whistle as he walked.

I think there's just one kind of folks. Folks.