Quotes from Harper Lee

Ganaremos el juicio, Atticus? -No, cariño -Entonces, ¿cómo...? -Simplemente, el que hayamos perdido cien años antes de empezar no es motivo para que no intentemos vencer.

Jem became vaguely articulate: ''d you see him, Scout? 'd you see him just standin' there? … 'n' all of a sudden he just relaxed all over, an' it looked like that gun was a part of him… an' he did it so quick, like… I hafta aim for ten minutes 'fore I can hit somethin

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

sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hand of oh, of your father

I just know Maycomb. I'm not in the least sensitive about it, but good Lord, I'm certainly aware of it.

So far nothing in your life has interfered with your reasoning process. Those are twelve reasonable men in everyday life, Tom's jury, but you saw something come between them and reason. You saw the same thing that night in front of the jail. When that crew went away, they didn't go as reasonable men, they went because we were there. There's something in our world that makes men lose their heads—they couldn't be fair if they tried.

But Cal, Jem protested, you don't look even near as old as Atticus. Colored folks don't show their ages so fast, she said.

Love her but leave her wild." ? Atticus

Você só consegue entender uma pessoa de verdade quando vê as coisas do ponto de vista dela. - Atticus Finch

I was becoming nervous. Atticus seemed to know what he was doing - but it seemed to me that he'd gone frog-sticking without a light. Never, never, never, on cross-examination ask a witness a question you don't already know the answer to, was a tenet I absorbed with my baby-food. Do it, and you'll often get an answer you don't want, an answer that might wreck your case.

Debían de ser las dos. La luna se ponía y las sombras de los listones de madera de las ventanas se disolvían en una nada borrosa. El blanco faldón de la camisa de Jem bajaba y subía como un pequeño fantasma bailarín que quisiera escapar de la mañana que se acercaba.

Aunque no sabía a dónde ir, me volví para marcharme y topé con Atticus. Hundí la cabeza en su chaqueta y escuché los pequeños ruidos que se producían detrás de la tela azul: el tictac del reloj de bolsillo, el leve crepitar de la camisa almidonada, la suave respiración de mi padre.

ÇoÄŸunluÄŸa baÄŸl? olmayan tek ÅŸey insan?n vicdan?d?r.

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.' ?To Kill a Mockingbird?

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.

Everyman's island, Jean Louise, every man's watchman, is his conscience. There is no such things as a collective conscious. / You never saw him as a man with a man's heart, and a man's failings - I'll grant you it may have been hard to see, he makes so few mistakes, but he makes 'em like all of us. ?Go Set a Watchman?

It's a sin to kill a mockingbird." Mockingbirds do nothing but bring pleasure with their singing and thus to kill them is unjustifiable.

Integrity, humor and patience were the three words for Atticus Finch. There was also a phrase for him: pick at random any citizen from Maycomb County and its environs, and ask him what he thought of Atticus Finch, and the answer would most likely be, I never had a better friend.

Las personas sensatas no se enorgullecen de sus talentos.

How could they do it ? How could they ? I dont know how, but they did it. They've done it before and they did it tonight and they'll do it again and when they do it - seems that only children weep. Good night.

everybody's gotta learn, nobody's born knowing.

Oh dear me, yes. The novel must tell a story.

We're all of us going to hell, it's just a question of time.

Miss Caroline told me to tell my father not to teach me any more, it would interfere with my reading.