Scout Finch Quotes

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

There was a bit of Jane Eyre in her, a portion of Scout Finch and Jo March, a measure of Elinor Dashwood, and Lucy Pevensie.

Jen and I were accustomed to our father's last-will-and-testament diction, and were at times free to interrupt Atticus for a translation when it was beyond our understanding.

I do not wish to know what happened to Scout Finch. I wish her to remain forever young in my imagination, her future one of infinite possibilities.

And for goodness' sake put some of the county back where it belongs, the soil erosion's bad enough as it is." Dill stared at my father's retreating figure. "He's trying tryin' to be funny," I said.

Had her conduct been more friendly toward me, I would have felt sorry for her. She was a pretty little thing.

For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go, set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth." -

If you think Atticus Finch went home at night and slept easy because he knew he was doing the right thing, you're wrong....Because even one voice in a wilderness of ignorance is a voice that is heard by someone. Because every woman and man, no matter their color or their religion, is entitled to a good defense. And because Jem and Scout would grow up to be like their father, spreading his wisdom, understanding his compassion and sharing his strength which are the only, the only weapons we have against injustice.

I thought she was going to spit in it, which was the only reason anybody in Maycomb held out his hand: it was a time-honored method of sealing oral contracts. Wondering what bargain we had made, I turned to the class for an answer, but the class looked back at me in puzzlement.

Scout Finch, juvenile desperado, hellraiser extraordinary.

One could be a ray of sunshine in pants as well. -Scout Finch

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.

Let’s be Atticus Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird. Atticus’s children, Scout and Jem, carefully watch their father’s behavior as the house next door to theirs burns to the ground. As the fire creeps closer and closer to the Finches’ home, Atticus appears so calm that Scout and Jem finally decide that “it ain’t time to worry yet.” We need to be Atticus. Hands in our pockets. Calm. Believing. So that our children will look at us and even with a fire raging in front of them, they’ll say, “Huh. Guess it’s not time to worry yet.

I never deliberately learned to read, but somehow I had been wallowing illicitly in the daily papers. In the long hours of church--was it then I learned? I could not remember not being able to read hymns. Now that I was compelled to think about it, reading was something that just came to me, as learning to fasten the seat of my union suit without looking around, or achieving two bows from a snarl of shoelaces. I could not remember when the lines above Atticus's moving finger separated into words. But I had stared at them all the evenings in my memory, listening to the news of the day, Bills to Be Enacted into Laws, the diaries of Lorenzo Dow--anything Atticus happened to be reading when I crawled into his lap every night. Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.

I could see elements of the stories in her makeup – characters that had shaped the context of her world. There was a bit of Jane Eyre in her, a portion of Scout Finch and Jo March, a measure of Elinor Dashwood, and Lucy Pevensie. I was sure I would find more connections as I learned more about her.

Scout, if there's ever anything that happens to you or something—you know—something you might not want to tell Atticus about—" "Huh?" "You know, if you get in trouble at school or anything—you just let me know. I'll take care of you.

Thereafter the summer passed in routine contentment. Routine contentment was: improving our treehouse that rested between giant twin chinaberry trees in the back yard, fussing, running through our list of dramas based on the works of Oliver Optic, Victor Appleton, and Edgar Rice Burroughs. (...) Thus we came to know Dill as a pocket Merlin, whose head teemed with eccentric plans, strange longings, and quaint fancies.

No, everybody's gotta learn, nobody's born knowin'. 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." .... "That's what I thought too," he said at last, "when I was your age. If there's just one kind of folks, why can't they get along with each other? If they're all alike, why do they go out of their way to despise each other? Scout, I think I'm beginning to understand why Boo Radley's stayed shut up in the house all this time . . . it's because he wants to stay inside.

Like Scout Finch in To Kill a Mockingbird, I saw the effortless grace and elegance of the women around me and realized that “there was some skill involved in being a girl,” and I knew I didn’t just want to grow up and be a woman. I wanted to grow up and be a lady.

If just for one week in the South would show them some simple, impartial courtesy. I wonder what would happen. Do you think it'd give 'em airs or the beginnings of self-respect? Have you ever been snubbed, Atticus? Do you know how it feels? No, don't tell me they're children and don't feel it: I was a child and felt it, so grown children must feel, too. A real good snub, Atticus, makes you feel like you're too nasty to associate with people. How they're as good as they are now is a mystery to me, after a hundred years of systematic denial that they are human. I wonder what kind of miracle we could work with a week's decency.

A licking hurts but it doesn't last

Let us leave it at this,” said Atticus dryly. “You, Miss Scout Finch, are the common folk. You must obey the law.” He said that the Ewells were members of an exclusive society made up of Ewells. In certain circumstances the common folk judiciously allowed them certain privileges by the simple method of becoming blind to some of the Ewells’ activities. They didn’t have to go to school, for one thing. Another thing, Mr. Bob Ewell, Burris’s father, was permitted to hunt and trap out of season.

Sentimentality about Lee's story grew even as the harder truths of the book took no root. The story of an innocent black man bravely defended by a white lawyer in the 1930s fascinated millions of readers, despite its uncomfortable exploration of false accusations of rape involving a white woman. Lee's endearing characters, Atticus Finch and his precocious daughter, Scout, captivated readers while confronting them with some of the realities of race and justice in the South. A generation of future lawyers grew up hoping to become the courageous Atticus, who at one point arms himself to protect the defenseless black suspect from an angry mob of white men looking to lynch him. Today, dozens of legal organizations hand out awards in the fictional lawyer's name to celebrate the model of advocacy described in Lee's novel. What is often overlooked is that the black man falsely accused in the story was not successfully defended by Atticus. Tom Robinson, the wrongly accused black defendant, is found guilty. Later he dies when, full of despair, he makes a desperate attempt to escape from prison. He is shot seventeen times in the back by his captors, dying ingloriously but not unlawfully.

You know, Scout. You never really understand a person until you climb in their skin and walk around in it for a while." Atticus Finch "Television is good. It gives much, yet asks little." My little brother, Bobby Moser. One would never guess from that quote that he is a law school graduate & respected trial attorney. He sounds like a stoner. "Touchdown, Seahawks!!!" Steve Raible, Seattle Sports Broadcaster.

They were people [Ewells], but they lived like animals. 'They can go to school any time they want to, when they show the faintest of wanting an education,' said Atticus. 'There are ways of keeping them in school buy force, but it's silly to force people like the Ewells into a new environment -' 'If I did not go to school tomorrow, you'd force me to.' 'Let us leave it at this,' said Atticus dryly. 'You, Miss Scout Finch, are of the common folk. You must obey the law'. He said that the Ewells were members of an exclusive society made up of Ewells. In certain circumstances the common folk judiciously allowed them certain privileges by the simple method of becoming blind to some of the Ewells' activities. They didn't have to go to school, for one thing. Another thing, Mr Bob Ewell, Burris's father, was permitted to hunt, and trap out of season.

Background doesn’t mean Old Family,' said Jem. 'I think it’s how long your family’s been readin‘ and writin’. Scout, I’ve studied this real hard and that’s the only reason I can think of. Somewhere along when the Finches were in Egypt one of ‘em musthave learned a hieroglyphic or two and he taught his boy,' Jem laughed. 'Imagine Aunty being proud her great­grandaddy could read an’ write — ladies pick funny things to be proud of.

I suppose I should include Uncle Jimmy, Aunt Alexandra’s husband, but as he never spoke a word to me in my life except to say, “Get off the fence,” once, I never saw any reason to take notice of him. Neither did Aunt Alexandra. Long ago, in a burst of friendliness, Aunt and Uncle Jimmy produced a son named Henry, who left home as soon as was humanly possible, married, and produced Francis. Henry and his wife deposited Francis at his grandparents’ every Christmas, then pursued their own pleasures.

...To my way of thinkin', Mr. Finch, taking the one man who's done you and this town a great service an' draggin' him with his shy ways into the limelight - to me, that's a sin. It's a sin and I'm not about to have it on my head. If it was any other man it'd be different. But not this man, Mr. Finch.' ... Atticus sat looking at the floor for a long time. Finally he raised his head. 'Scout,' he said, 'Mr. Ewell fell on his knife. Can you possibly understand?' Atticus looking like he needed cheering up. I ran to him and hugged him and kissed him with all my might. 'Yes, sir, I understand,' I reassured him. 'Mr. Tate was right.' Atticus disentangled himself and looked at me. 'What do you mean?' "Well, it'd be sort of like shootin' a mockingbird, wouldn't it?

IN HONOR OF HARPER LEE, WHOSE NOVEL PLAYS A SIGNIFICANT PART IN "FINDING GRACE" I SHARE THESE LINES: Violet and I met at our fort at one o’clock. On our way over to Maryann’s we talked about the book, which Vi called T-KAM for short. I wasn’t sure how to ask, but I had to know. “Hey…what’d you think about the part where Scout asks Atticus if he’s a…um…you know, a…ni–Negro-lover?” Vi gave me a sideways glance. “You can say it. I know you don’t mean any harm. Scout asked him if he was a nigger-lover, but she’s just a confused kid. I really liked that he told her he was one.” “That part shocked me.” “Yeah, and the next time someone yells nigger-lover at my family I’m going to be like Atticus Finch and tell them that I’m trying to love everybody.” Violet grabbed my hand. “But you know what’s crazy?” Her eyes narrowed, bridged together by two hard lines. Her mouth shifted into a frown so fast that I braced myself. “What?” “When people say that, I never know if I’m the nigger or the nigger-lover.

Cover for Harper Lee's Novel Revealed Chris Schluep Shop this article on Amazon.com Go Set a Watchman by Harper Lee Arguably the most-discussed book of the year had its cover revealed on People.com this morning. It's Harper Lee's Go Set a Watchman , and it's a lovely homage to the classic cover of Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird . Here's what we said about Go Set A Watchman when it was first announced: What would Scout be like as a grown up? We're about to find out. Go Set a Watchman is set during the mid-1950s and features many of the characters from To Kill a Mockingbird some twenty years later. Scout (Jean Louise Finch) has returned to Maycomb from New York to visit her father, Atticus. She is forced to grapple with issues both personal and political as she tries to understand her father’s attitude toward society, and her own feelings about the place where she was born and spent her childhood. You can see the full post here . Shop this article on Amazon.com Go Set a Watchman Harper Lee Print Book Kindle Book     Posted: Mar 25 10:30 am

os livros, através das histórias e da ficção, podem ser uma forma de recuperarmos algum espaço. Quando eu tinha 11 anos, sem amigos e com dificuldades de integração na escola, li Os Marginais, Tempos de Juventude e Tex, todos de S. E. Hinton, e subitamente voltei a ter amigos. Os livros que a autora escrevera eram meus amigos. As personagens que ela criara eram minhas amigas. E eram amigos a sério, pois ajudaram-me, tal como, noutras alturas, fui ajudado pelos meus amigos Ursinho Pooh, Scout Finch, Pip ou pela Cécile, de Bonjour Tristesse. As histórias em que eles habitavam eram lugares onde eu me podia esconder e sentir--me em segurança. Os mundos da ficção são essenciais neste planeta que pode tornar-se excessivo, neste planeta em que estamos a ficar sem espaço mental. Esses mundos podem funcionar como um escape à realidade, sim, mas não como escapatória à verdade. É precisamente o contrário. Eu costumava ter dificuldades em integrar-me no mundo “real”. Os códigos que tínhamos de seguir. As mentiras que tínhamos de dizer. Os risos que tínhamos de fingir. Mas eu não sentia que a ficção fosse uma fuga a essas verdades; era uma espécie de porta de entrada nessa realidade. Mesmo que a verdade do livro estivesse repleta de monstros ou ursos falantes, o certo é que havia ali sempre algum tipo de verdade. Uma verdade capaz de manter a nossa sanidade ou, pelo menos, de nos manter na nossa pele. No meu caso, ler nunca foi uma atividade antissocial. Bem pelo contrário, era profundamente social. Ficar intimamente ligado à imaginação de outro ser humano era o tipo de socialização mais profunda que podia existir. Ler era uma forma de me ligar a algo, sem necessidade de passar pelos inúmeros filtros que, geralmente, a sociedade impõe. Muitas vezes, dá-se importância à leitura devido ao valor social. A leitura está associada à educação, à economia, e por aí fora. Mas isso é passar ao lado do verdadeiro sentido da leitura. Ler não é importante por nos ajudar a arranjar um emprego. É importante por nos dar um espaço em que podemos existir para lá da nossa vida real. É a forma de os seres humanos se juntarem. De as mentes se ligarem umas às outras. É a forma dos sonhos, da empatia, da compreensão, do escape. A leitura é amor em ação.

with Dumbledore but with a literary figure from a different novel: Atticus Finch from Harper Lee’s To Kill a Mockingbird, which Rowling once named as one of her top 10 recommended books for young readers. (Higgins, 2006) Scout, the narrator, remembers Atticus as “the bravest man who ever lived.

It was quick thinking. I have all the admiration in the world for the lad, I have to say. We know as well that he specifically sent down to the scout before he left, asking that his room remain undisturbed!

So for the walking boots and the walking stick to have been so heavily used was out of the ordinary, and for him to put them on the armchair was doubly out of the ordinary. After all, why not just leave them by the door for the scout to clean?

That’s what I’d say in my essay about To Kill a Mockingbird, I decided. I’d make sure the English teacher knew that the story of Jem and Scout and Atticus Finch wasn’t just words someone made up in a book. There were people who lived it—people of all different

You have another think coming,” as Scout Finch would say.