Literature Quotes Sem 2 Year 12

All quotes for essays

M Butterfly Act 1 Scene 1

watching our story play through my head, always searching for a new ending, one which redeems my honour, where she returns at last to my arms

M Butterfly Act 1 Scene 3

It’s true what they say about Oriental girls. They want to be treated bad

M Butterfly Act 1 Scene 9

It’s in our blood. They fear us, Rene. Their women fear us

M Butterfly Act 1 Scene 11

I knew this little flower was waiting for me to call, and, as I wickedly refused to do so, I felt for the first time that rush of power - the absolute power of man

M Butterfly Act 2 Scene 3

They simply want to be associated with whoever shows the most strength and power

M Butterfly Act 2 Scene 5

and then, ever so delicately, and only if I agreed, she would start to pleasure me… but mostly we would talk. About my life

M Butterfly Act 2 Scene 6 (1)

But is it possible for a woman to be too uninhibited, too willing, so as to seem almost too… masculine?

M Butterfly Act 2 Scene 6 (2)

Be yourself - a cad - and know that my love is enough, that I submit - submit to the worst you can give me

M Butterfly Act 2 Scene 6 (3)

Happiness is so rare that our mind can turn somersaults to protect it

M Butterfly Act 2 Scene 7 (1)

It doesn’t matter how rotten I answer, does it? You still adore me. That’s why I love you, Rene.

M Butterfly Act 2 Scene 7 (2)

Because only a man knows how a woman is supposed to act

M Butterfly Act 3 Scene 1 (1)

The West thinks of itself as masculine - big guns, big industry, big money - so the East is feminine - weak, delicate, poor - the feminine mystique

M Butterfly Act 3 Scene 1 (2)

The West believes the East, deep down, wants to be dominated - because a woman can’t think for herself

M Butterfly Act 3 Scene 1 (3)

Rule One is: Men always believe what they want to hear. So a girl can tell the most obnoxious lies and the guys will believe them every time

M Butterfly Act 3 Scene 2

You, if anyone, should know - I am pure imagination

M Butterfly Act 3 Scene 3 (1)

That was my undoing, wasn’t it? Love warped my judgement, blinded my eyes, arranged the very lines on my face… until I could look in the mirror and see nothing but… a woman

M Butterfly Act 3 Scene 3 (2)

Who takes whatever punishment we give them, and bounce back, strengthened by love, unconditionally. It is a vision that has become my life

M Butterfly Act 3 Scene 3 (3)

I have a vision. Of the Orient. That, deep within its almond eyes, there are still women. Women willing to sacrifice themselves for the love of a man. Even a man whose love is completely without worth

M Butterfly Act 3 Scene 3 (4)

The devastating knowledge that, underneath it all, the object of her love was nothing more, nothing less than… a man

a prelude (first stanza)

dropping a knife - on one’s foot - is nothing like - dropping tequila - on one’s tongue

a prelude (second stanza)

yet - her floral dress - begged me to…

a prelude (third stanza)

where as the night - well, - it just stayed outside

The Drover’s Wife (1)

Nothing to relieve the eye save the darker green of a few she-oaks which are sighing above the narrow, almost waterless creek

The Drover’s Wife (2)

Nineteen miles to the nearest sign of civilization - a shanty on the main road

The Drover’s Wife (3)

As a girl she built the usual castles in the air; but all her girlish hopes and aspiration have been long dead

The Drover’s Wife (4)

He hates snakes and has killed many, but he will be bitten someday and die; most snake-dogs end that way

The Drover’s Wife (5)

The sight of his mother in trousers greatly amused Tommy, who worked like a little hero by her side, but the terrified baby howled lustily for his ‘mummy’

The Drover’s Wife (6)

But she could not save it. There are things that a bushwoman cannot do.

The Drover’s Wife (7)

The crows leave in a hurry; they are cunning, but a woman’s cunning is greater.

The Drover’s Wife (8)

On Sunday afternoon she dresses herself, tidies up the children, smartens up baby, and goes for a lonely walk along the bush-track, pushing an old perambulator in front of her

The Drover’s Wife (9)

She loves her children, but has no time to show it. She seems harsh to them. Her surroundings are not favourable to the womanly or sentimental side of nature

The Drover’s Wife (10)

He was the last of his tribe and a King; but he had built that woodheap hollow

The Drover’s Wife (11)

Presently he looks up at her, sees the tears in her eyes, and, throwing his arms around her neck exclaims: “Mother, I won’t never go drovin’; blarst me if I do!”

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 1

Women and children knew deep in themselves that no misfortune was too great to bear if their men were whole

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 2

sometimes a guy’ll be a good guy even if some rich bastard makes him carry a sticker

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 4 (1)

There ain’t no sin and there ain’t no virtue. It’s all part of the same thing. And some of the things folks do is nice, and some ain’t nice, but that’s as far as any man got a right to say

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 4 (2)

maybe it’s all men an’ women we love; maybe that’s the Holy Sperit - the human sperit - the whole shebang. Maybe all men got one big soul ever-body’s a part of

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 5

Some of the owner men were kind because they hated what they had to do, and some were angry because they hated to be cruel, and some of them were cold because they had long ago found that one could not be an owner unless one were cold

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 8

There was the hills, an’ there was me, an’ we wasn’t separate no more. We was one thing. An’ that one thing was holy.

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 9

To California or any place - every one a drum major leading a parade of hurts, marching with our bitterness. And some day - the armies of bitterness will all be going the same way. And they’ll all walk together, and there’ll be a dead terror from it

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 10 (1)

And now they [the Joads] were weary and frightened because they had gone against a system they did not understand and it had beaten them

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 10 (2)

It’s a long time our folks been here and east before, an’ I never heerd tell of no Joads or no Hazletts, neither, ever refusin’ food an’ shelter or a lift on the road to anybody that asked. They’s been mean Joads, but never that mean

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 11

That man who is more than his chemistry, walking on the earth - that man who is more than his elements knows the land that is more than its analysis. But the machine man - understands only chemistry; and he is contemptuous of the land and of himself

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 12

The people in flight from the terror behind - strange things happen to them, some bitterly cruel and some so beautiful that the faith is refired forever

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 13

We’re proud to help. I ain’t felt so - safe in a long time. People needs - to help

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 14 (1)

Fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is the foundation of Manself, and this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 14 (2)

Keep these two squatting men apart; make them hate, fear, suspect each other… the danger is here, for two men are not as lonely and perplexed as one

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 16

This fella wants eight hundred men. So he prints up five thousand of them things an’ maybe twenty thousan’ people sees ‘em. An’ maybe two-three thousan’ folks gets movin’ account a this here han’bill. Folks that’s crazy with worry

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 17

At first the families were timid in the building and tumbling worlds, but gradually the technique of building worlds became their technique. Then leaders emerged, then laws were made, then codes came into being. And as the worlds moved westward they were more complete and better furnished, for their builders were more experienced in building them

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 19

And the great owners, who must lose their land in an upheaval - when property accumulates in too few hands it is taken away. And that companion fact: when a majority fo the people are hungry and cold they will take by force what they need. And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 20

Dumb - don’t know nothin’. Don’t understan’ nothin’. That’s how cops like us… be bull-simple

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 21

The great companies did not know that the line between hunger and anger is a thin line

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 22

‘A red is any son-of-a-bitch that wants thrity cents an hour when we’re paying twenty-five!’ Well, this young fella he thinks about her, an’ he scratches his head, an’ he says, ‘Well, Jesus, Mr Hines. I ain’t a son-of-a-bitch, but if that’s what a red is - why, I want thirty cents an hour. Ever’body does. Hell, Mr Hines, we’re all reds’

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 24

They’re gettin’ purty mean out here. Burned that camp an’ beat up folks. I been thinkin’. All our folks got guns. I been thinkin’ maybe we ought to get up a turkey shootin’ club and have meetin’s ever’ Sunday

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 25

And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered in quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 26

Learnin’ it all a time, ever’ day. If you’re in trouble or hurt or need - go to poor people. They’re the only ones that’ll help - the only ones

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 28

Says he foun’ he jus’ got a little piece of a great big soul. Says a wilderness ain’t no good, ‘cause his little piece of a soul wasn’t no good ‘less it was with the rest, an’ was whole

Grapes of Wrath Chapter 29

And the women sighed with relief, for they knew it was all right - the break had not come; and the break would never come as long as fear could turn to wrath. Tiny points of grass came through the eart, and in a few days teh hills were pale green with the beginning year

Mod Poetry Stanza 1

All in green went my love riding - on a great horse of gold - into the silver dawn

Mod Poetry Stanza 2

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling - the merry deer ran before

Mod Poetry Stanza 3

Fleeter be they than dappled dreams - the swift sweet deer - the red rare deer

Mod Poetry Stanza 4

Four red roebuck at a white water - the cruel bugle sang before

Mod Poetry Stanza 5

Horn at hip went my love riding - riding the echo down - into the silver dawn

Mod Poetry Stanza 6

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling - the level meadows ran before

Mod Poetry Stanza 7

Softer be they than slippered sleep - the lean lithe deer - the fleet flown deer

Mod Poetry Stanza 8

Four fleet does at a gold valley - the famished arrow sang before

Mod Poetry Stanza 9

Bow at belt went my love riding - riding the mountain down - into the silver dawn

Mod Poetry Stanza 10

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling - the sheer peaks ran before

Mod Poetry Stanza 11

Paler be they than daunting death - the sleek slim deer - the tall tense deer

Mod Poetry Stanza 12

Four tall stags at a green mountain - the lucky hunter sang before

Mod Poetry Stanza 13

All in green went my love riding - on a great horse of gold - into the silver dawn

Mod Poetry Stanza 14

four lean hounds crouched low and smiling - my heart fell dead before