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Atticus told me to delete the adjectives and I’d have the facts. There

Atticus, you’ve never laid a hand on her. I admit that. So far I’ve been able to get by with threats. Jack, she minds me as well as she can. Doesn’t come up to scratch half the time, but she tries. That’s not the answer, said Uncle Jack. No, the answer is she knows I know she tries. That’s what makes the difference.

Of course Jem antagonized me sometimes until I could kill him, but when it came down to it he was all I had.

never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

Coragem é sabermos que estamos perdendo a partida, mas recomeçar na mesma e avançar incondicionalmente até ao fim.

Ты ещё слишком мала и не поймёшь, - сказала она сурово, - но бывают люди, в руках у которых библия опаснее, чем… чем бутылка виски в руках твоего отца.

If your father’s anything, he’s civilized in his heart. Marksmanship’s a gift of God, a talent – oh, you have to practise to make it perfect, but shootin’s different from playing the piano or the like. I think maybe he put his gun down when he realized that God had given him an unfair advantage over most living things. I guess he decided he wouldn’t shoot till he had to, and he had to today.’ ‘Looks like he’d be proud of it,’ I said. ‘People in their right minds never take pride in their talents,’ said Miss Maudie. We

If she found a blade of nut-grass in her yard it was like the Second Battle of the Marne: she swooped down upon it with a tin tub and subjected it to blasts from beneath with a poisonous substance she said was so powerful it’d kill us all if we didn’t stand out of the way. ‘Why can’t you just pull it up?’ I asked, after witnessing a prolonged campaign against a blade not three inches high. ‘Pull it up, child, pull it up?’ She picked up the limp sprout and squeezed her thumb up its tiny stalk. Microscopic grains oozed out. ‘Why, one sprig of nut-grass can ruin a whole yard. Look here. When it comes fall this dries up and the wind blows it all over Maycomb County!

After ten forevers Dr. Reynolds returned.

But there is one way in this country in which all men are created equal—there is one human institution that makes a pauper the equal of a Rockefeller, the stupid man the equal of an Einstein, and the ignorant man the equal of any college president. That institution, gentlemen, is a court.

I’ve got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn’t abide by majority rule is a person’s conscience.

Naprosto zato što to što smo bili poraženi sto godina pre no što smo i počeli boj nije razlog da ne pokušamo da pobedimo.

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

There’s something in our world that makes men lose their heads—they couldn’t be fair if they tried. In our courts, when it’s a white man’s word against a black man’s, the white man always wins. They’re ugly, but those are the facts of life. Doesn’t

Ladies bathed before noon, after their three o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft tea-cakes with frostings of sweat and sweet talcolm.

People in their right minds never take pride in their talents,

It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do.

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.

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.

Well, most folks seem to think they’re right and you’re wrong. . . . They’re certainly entitled to think that, and they’re entitled to full respect for their opinions, said Atticus, but before I can live with other folks I’ve got to live with myself.

I’m no idealist to believe firmly in the integrity of our courts and in the jury system—that is no ideal to me, it is a living, working reality. Gentlemen, a court is no better than each man of you sitting before me on this jury. A court is only as sound as its jury, and a jury is only as sound as the men who make it up. I am confident that you gentlemen will review without passion the evidence you have heard, come to a decision, and restore this defendant to his family. In the name of God, do your duty. Atticus’s

..The things that happen to people we never really know. What happens in houses behind closed doors, what secrets-

Jem, I asked, what’s a mixed child? Half white, half colored. You’ve seen ’em, Scout. You know that red-kinky-headed one that delivers for the drugstore. He’s half white. They’re real sad. Sad, how come? They don’t belong anywhere. Colored folks won’t have ’em because they’re half white; white folks won’t have ’em ’cause they’re colored, so they’re just in-betweens, don’t belong anywhere.

if we followed our feelings all the time we’d be like cats chasin’ their tails.

– Аттикус, а мы выиграем дело?– Нет, дружок.– Так почему же…– А потому, что хоть нас и побили ещё сто лет назад, всё равно сейчас надо снова воевать… - сказал Аттикус.

Ladies in bunches always filled me with vague apprehension and a firm desire to be elsewhere,

And I thought to myself, well, we’re making

Boo and I walked up the steps to the porch. His fingers found the doorknob. He gently released my hand, opened the door, enter inside, and shut the door behind him. I never saw him again.

Miss Maudie stopped rocking, and her voice hardened. You are too young to understand it, she said, but sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hand of—oh, of your father. I was shocked. Atticus doesn’t drink whiskey, I said. He never drunk a drop in his life—nome, yes he did. He said he drank some one time and didn’t like it. Miss Maudie laughed. Wasn’t talking about your father, she said. What I meant was, if Atticus Finch drank until he was drunk he wouldn’t be as hard as some men are at their best. There are just some kind of men who—who’re so busy worrying about the next world they’ve never learned to live in this one, and you can look down the street and see the results. Do

Idlers’ Club

Mr. Tate blinked again, as if something had suddenly been made plain to him. Then he turned his head and looked around at Tom Robinson. As if by instinct, Tom Robinson raised his head. Something had been made plain to Atticus also, and it brought him to his feet. Sheriff, please repeat what you said. It was her right eye,

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...

إن الشجاعة تكون حين تعرف أنك خاسر حتى قبل ان تبدأ و لكنك تبدأ على أية حال و تحاول أن تصل بقضيتك الخاسرة إلى آخرها مهما يكن من امر

Dill and Jem emerged from a brief huddle: If you stay you’ve got to do what we tell you, Dill warned. We-ll, I said, who’s so high and mighty all of a sudden? If you don’t say you’ll do what we tell you, we ain’t gonna tell you anything, Dill continued.

– Я бы предпочёл, чтобы ты стрелял на огороде по жестянкам, но знаю, ты начнёшь бить птиц. Если сумеешь попасть в сойку, стреляй их сколько угодно, но помни: убить пересмешника большой грех.Я впервые слышала, чтоб Аттикус про что-нибудь сказал - грех, и спросила мисс Моди, почему грех.– Твой отец прав, - сказала мисс Моди. - Пересмешник - самая безобидная птица, он только поёт нам на радость. Пересмешники не клюют ягод в саду, не гнездятся в овинах, они только и делают, что поют для нас свои песни. Вот поэтому убить пересмешника - грех.

When Jem and I asked him why he was so old, he said he got started late, which we felt reflected upon his abilities and manliness.

When they finally saw him, why he hadn’t doneany of those things . . . Atticus, he was real nice. . . . His hands were under my chin, pulling up the cover, tucking it around me. Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them.

Atticus said: Sister, when you stop to think about it, our generation’s practically the first in the Finch family not to marry its cousins. Would you say the Finches have an Incestuous Streak? Aunty said no, that’s where we got our small hands and feet.

Beautiful things floated around in his dreamy head. He could read two books to my one, but he preferred the magic of his own inventions. He could add and subtract faster than lightning, but he preferred his own twilight world, a world where babies slept, waiting to be gathered like morning lilies. He was slowly talking himself to sleep and taking me with him, but in the quietness of his foggy island there rose the faded image of a grey house with sad brown doors.

Nehi-Cola.

Bad language is a stage all children go through, and it dies with time when they learn they’re not attracting attention with it.

Hey, Boo, I said.

God had given him an unfair advantage over most living things.

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

There’s something in our world that makes men lose their heads—they

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

We generally get the juries we deserve.

It’s not necessary to tell all you know. It’s not ladylike—in the second place, folks don’t like to have somebody around knowin’ more than they do. It aggravates ’em. You’re not gonna change any of them by talkin’ right, they’ve got to want to learn themselves, and when they don’t want to learn there’s nothing you can do but keep your mouth shut or talk

As Dill explained, I found myself wondering what life would be if Jem were different, even from what he was now; what I would do if Atticus did not feel the necessity of my presence, help and advice. Why, he couldn’t get along a day without me. Even Calpurnia couldn’t get along unless I was there. They needed me.

The churchyard was brick-hard clay, as was the cemetery beside it. If someone died during a dry spell, the body was covered with chunks of ice until rain softened the earth. A few graves in the cemetery were marked with crumbling tombstones; newer ones were outlined with brightly colored glass and broken Coca-Cola bottles. Lightning rods guarding some graves denoted dead who rested uneasily; stumps of burned-out candles stood at the heads of infant graves. It was a happy cemetery. The