Grapes Of Wrath Quotes

“Kimsin sen?"
"Demek beni şimdiden unuttun? Sen dört, ben bir yudum içiyordum."
"Hayır, Tom. Beni aldatmaya kalkma. Ben burada tek başımaydım. Sen yoktun."
"Ama şimdi buradayım. Bana da bir yudum vermek yok mu?"
John Amca şişeyi yeniden dikti, viski lıkır lıkır aktı. Şişeyi salladı. Boştu.
"Bitti," dedi. "Öyle ölmek istiyorum ki. Biraz ölebilsem. Ölmeliyim. Uyur gibi. Biraz ölebilsem. Öyle yorgunum ki. Belki bir daha hiç uyanmam." Sesi şarkı söyler gibiydi, "Taç giyeceğim... altın bir taç”
― John Steinbeck, Grapes Of Wrath

“Çocuklar da arkasından yan yan girip doğru şeker kutusunun başına gittiler, bakmaya başladılar... imrenme, umut, hatta istek bile yoktu bakışlarında, yalnızca böyle şeylerin de olabileceğine şaşarak bakıyorlardı.”
― John Steinbeck, Grapes Of Wrath

“Bir ses insanları çekip götürmemi söylüyor, ama öyle bir yer yok.”
― John Steinbeck, Grapes Of Wrath

“for anybody else it was a mistake, but if you think it was a sin—then it’s a sin. A fella builds his own sins right up from the groun’.”
― John Steinbeck, Grapes Of Wrath

“An’ they waggle their ass an’ flop their gun aroun’. Ma,” he said, “if it was the law they was workin’ with, why, we could take it. But it ain’t the law. They’re a-workin’ away at our spirits. They’re a-tryin’ to make us cringe an’ crawl like a whipped bitch. They tryin’ to break us. Why, Jesus Christ, Ma, they comes a time when the on’y way a fella can keep his decency is by takin’ a sock at a cop. They’re workin’ on our decency.”
― John Steinbeck, Grapes Of Wrath

“The houses were left vacant on the land and the land was vacant because of this. Only the tractor sheds of corrugated iron, silver and gleaming were alive, and they were alive with metal and gasoline and oil, discs of the plows shining. The tractors had lights shining, for there is no day and night for a tractor, and the discs turn the earth in the darkness and they glitter in the daylight. And when a horse stops work and goes into the barn, there is a life and vitality left. There is a breathing and a warmth, and the feet shift on the straw, and the jaws champ on the hay, and the ears and the eyes are alive. There is a warmth of life in the barn and the heat and smell of life, but when the motor of a tractor stops it is as dead as the ore it came from. The heat goes out of it like the living heat that leaves a corpse”
― John Steinbeck, Grapes Of Wrath

“Maybe we can start again, in the new rich land - in California, where the fruit grows. We'll start over. But you can't start. Only babies can start. You and me - why, we're all that's been. The anger of a moment, the thousand pictures, that's us. This land, this red land, is us; and the flood years and the dust years and the drought years are us. We can't start again. The bitterness we sold to the junk man - he got it all right, but we have it still. And when the owner men told us to go, that's us; and when the tractor hit the house, that's us until we're dead. 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.”
― John Steinbeck, Grapes Of Wrath