Quotes About Neighborhood

Being pure in conduct also includes honesty and integrity in dealing with our fellowmen. A Christian should be known in his neighborhood or place of business as an honest person.

Maybe it's because growing up in Indiana we didn't have very much, so I never got used to counting on having things. I guess we were poor, but we didn't know that. We were just like all our other neighbors in West Baden and French Lick--just trying to get by.

Nada como uma cidade pequena para deixar as pessoas curiosas.

Matt and Olivia lived in a declining two-family held together by aluminum siding.

Raisa Mora's street was packed with seen-better-days row houses. Maya found the right address and headed up steps of cracked concrete. She pressed the buzzer, listened for footsteps, heard nothing. Smashed bottles lined the walk. Two doors down a man in an open flannel shirt over a wifebeater tee gave her a toothless smile. They

Ten-A-Fly took off his sunglasses as if they'd angered him. His scowl aimed for intimidation but seemed more in the neighborhood of constipation. "So

There weren't many people on this block, but those who were there regarded me with little more than passing, channel-surfing interest.

The friendly relations Belle enjoyed with her neighbors when she first came to La Porte were not fated to last. "No one was a friend of hers," Louisa Diessl

Summer, and he watches his children's heart break. Autumn again and Boo's children needed him. Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them. Just standing on the Radley porch was enough.

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. Miss Maudie straightened up and looked toward me. She said,Atticus, you are a devil from hell.

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.

Stephanie Crawford even told me once she woke up in the middle of the night and found him looking in the window at her. I said what did you do, Stephanie, move over in the bed and make room for him? That shut her up for a while.

Maycomb drew us frequently up the street past the real property of Mrs. Henry Lafayette Dubose. It was impossible to

Miss Maudie settled her bridgework. "You know old Mr. Radley was a foot-washing Baptist—" "That's what you are, ain't it?" "My shell's not that hard, child. I'm just a Baptist.

That is three-fourths colored folks and one-fourth Stephanie Crawford

Nobody knew what form of intimidation Mr Radley employed to keep Boo out of sight, but Jem figured that Mr Radley kept him chained to the bed most of the time. Atticus said no, it wasn't that sort of thing, that there were other ways of making people into ghosts.

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

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.

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

watching the sky go from yellow to pink as the sun went down, watching flights of martins sweep low over the neighborhood and disappear behind the schoolhouse rooftops.

Nobody knew what form of intimidation Mr. Radley employed to keep Boo out of sight...

From the day Mr Radley took Arthur home, people said the house died.

A medida que avanzaba el verano nuestro juego progresaba. Añadimos diálogos y perfeccionamos la trama hasta que compusimos una pequeña obra teatral en la que introducíamos cambios todos los días. (...) Habíamos compuesto una obra breve y triste, tejida con trozos y retales de habladurías y leyendas de la vecindad.