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You never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them

Shoot all the bluejays you want, if you can hit ’em, but remember it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.’ A

I wish I had the power to tell them that the despair of their hearts was not to be final, and their night was not without hope. For the battle they lost can never be lost. For that which they died to save can never perish. Through all the darkness, through all the shame of which men are capable, the spirit of man will remain alive on this earth. It may sleep, but it will awaken. It may wear chains, but it will break through. And man will go on.

He was nearly blind in his left eye, and said left eyes were the tribal curse of the Finches. Whenever he wanted to see something well, he turned his head and looked from his right eye.

Kendim küçüğüm ama yaşım büyük. -Dill

The Texan wanted everybody in the ward to be happy but Yossarian and Dunbar. He was really very sick.

It has been a day of wonder, this, our first day in the forest.

I think of her as a woman for whom every act is done for show, is acting rather than a real act. She does such things to look good, I think. She's out to make the best of it.

not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.

. . . before I can live with other folks I've got to live with myself. The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience,' said Atticus.

The world’s endin’, Atticus! Please do something –!’ I dragged him to the window and pointed. ‘No it’s not,’ he said. ‘It’s snowing.

Men, Colonel Cargill began in Yossarian’s squadron, measuring his pauses carefully. You’re American officers. The officers of no other army in the world can make that statement. Think about it.

and, assure thyself, there is no love-broker in the world can more prevail in man’s commendation with woman than report of valour.

The more difficult it was to love the particular man beside us, the more we believed in Love, abstract and total.

I fold back the sheet, get carefully up, on silent bare feet, in my nightgown, go to the window, like a child, I want to see. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow. The sky is clear but hard to make out, because of the searchlight; but yes, in the obscured sky a moon does float, newly, a wishing moon, a sliver of ancient rock, a goddess, a wink. The moon is a stone and the sky is full of deadly hardware, but oh God, how beautiful anyway. I want Luke here so badly. I want to be held and told my name. I want to be valued, in ways that I am not; I want to be more than valuable. I repeat my former name, remind myself of what I once could do, how others saw me. I

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. "Whenever you feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had." 

He was out of his mind, said Atticus. Don’t like to contradict you, Mr. Finch—wasn’t crazy—mean as hell. Low-down skunk with enough liquor in him to make him brave enough to kill children. He’d never have met you face to face.

A lawyer’s advice to his children as he defends the real mockingbird of Harper Lee’s classic novel – a black man charged with the rape of a white girl.

Sinking invalids blew kisses to him from windows. Aproned shopkeepers cheered ecstatically from the narrow doorways of their shops. Tubas crumped. Here and there a person fell and was trampled to death.

Then let thy love be younger than thyself, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: For women are as roses, whose fair flower, Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.