Lord of the Flies Quotes - Page 2 | Just Great DataBase

Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!

The trouble was, if you were a chief you had to think, you had to be wise.

They accepted the pleasures of morning, the bright sun, the whelming sea and sweet air, as a time when play was good and life so full that hope was not necessary and therefore forgotten.

The pile of guts was a black blob of flies that buzzed like a saw. After a while these flies found Simon. Gorged, they alighted by his runnels of sweat and drank. They tickled under his nostrils and played leapfrog on his thighs. They were black and iridescent green and without number; and in front of Simon, the Lord of the Flies hung on his stick and grinned. At last Simon gave up and looked back; saw the white teeth and dim eyes, the blood—and his gaze was held by that ancient, inescapable recognition.

We musn't let anything happen to Piggy, must we?

Life's scientific, but we don't know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.

Fear can't hurt you any more than a dream. There aren't any beasts to be afraid of on this island . . . .Serve you right if something did get you, you useless lot of cry-babies!

He wanted to explain how people were never quite what you thought they were.

They agreed passionately out of the depths of their tormented lives.

You're a beast and a swine and a bloody, bloody thief!

Life […] is scientific, that’s what it is.

He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation bitterly. They were savages it was true; but they were human and the ambushing fears of the deep night were coming on.Ralph moaned faintly. Tired though he was, he could not relax and fall into a well of sleep for fear of the tribe. Lying there in the darkness, he knew he was an outcast. "'Cos I had some sense.

People don't help much.'He wanted to explain how people were never quite what you thought they were.

Listen, Ralph. Never mind what's sense. That's gone---

He became absorbed beyond mere happiness as he felt himself exercising control over living things. He talked to them, urging them, ordering them. Driven back by the tide, his footprints became bays in which they were trapped and gave him the illusion of mastery.

I'm warning you. I'm going to get waxy. D'you see? You're not wanted. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island! So don't try it on, my poor misguided boy, or else---" Simon found he was looking into a vast mouth. There was blackness within, a blackness that spread.

He forgot his wounds, his hunger and thirst, and became fear; hopeless fear

We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, we're not savages. We're English; and the English are the best at everything. So we've got to do the right things.

Well raid them and take fire. There must be four of you; Henry and you, Robert and Maurice. We'll put on paint and sneak up.

The half-shut eyes were dim with the infinite cynicism of adult life.

The thing is---fear can't hold you any more than a dream...

The air was heavy with unspoken knowledge. Sam twisted and the obscene word shot out of him. "--dance?"Memory of the dance that none of them had attended shook all four boys convulsively.

Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill!" said the head.; "You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close!

Percival was mouse-coloured and had not been very attractive even to his mother.

But nobody else understands about the fire. If someone threw you a rope when you were drowning. If a doctor said take this because if you don't take you'll die - you would, wouldn't you?

This island has no secrets, not from me. It loves me, and I love it, and when I paint my face I'm a part of the island. The swarthiness of my face hidden behind the clay and charcoal. I leave behind England, it's not important anymore, our island is all that matters. The rhythm of the hunt, the sun, beats deep in my blood. The littl'uns play, eat, and sleep, there good for nothing and just take up precious space on my island.I couldn't have known a ship would pass at the exact moment my hunters left the fire. We needed the meat. Everything was perfect, the pigs on the mountain, the hunters and our spears, we had to go then. The hunt was perfect, the gouts and gouts of blood, the pigs death screams. But that stupid boat went by, and destroyed my trophy.Then Simon, stupid little Simon, gives the fat belligerent Fatty a piece of meat. He doesn't deserve it, the fat, ass-mar infected, fatty. The know-it-all that says he could do better, he wouldn't he'd do the exact same thing in my shoes. Damn him, damn them all! They should have just taken the meat. Then Ralph stands there and tells me I'm too malevolent. I even apologized. He doesn't deserve to be chief, he's weak. He wouldn't do it, he wouldn't kill. There's power behind the spear, impalpable to people like Ralph. We dominate those pigs. Now that we have found the way to kill the pigs, we don't even need to be rescued. It doesn't matter that there was no fire to signal the ship, because we needed the men for the hunt, and I don't regret it anymore because now we have meat.

This was a savage whose image refused to blend with that ancient picture of a boy in shorts and a shirt.

The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers... Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.

Piggy and Ralph, under the threat of the sky, found themselves eager to take a place in this demented but partly secure society. They were glad to touch the brown backs of the fence that hemmed in the terror and made it governable.

If only one had time to think!

They were black and iridescent green and without number; and in front of Simon, the Lord of the Flies hung on his stick and grinned.

The flames, as though they were a kind of wild life, crept as a jaguar creeps on its belly toward a line of birch-like saplings that fledged an outcrop of the pink rock.

I'm frightened. Of us.

The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon.

I wish my auntie was here.""I wish my father.. O, what's the use?

I came to see you two-" Words could not express the dull pain of these things.

You let the fire out.

A single drop of water that had escaped Piggy's fingers now flashed on the delicate curve like a star.

I got this to say. you are acting like a crowd of kids.

What I mean is...maybe it's only us.

Then, amid the roar of bees in the afternoon sunlight, Simon found for the fruit they could not reach . . . passed them back down to the endless, outstretched hands.

I'm the reason why it's no go? Why things are what they are?

I'm frightend. Of us. I want to go home. O God I to go home." "It's was an accident," said Piggy stubbornly,"and that's that." He touched Ralph's bare shoulder and Ralph shuddered at the human contact.

The three boys stood in the darkness, striving unsuccessfully to convey the majesty of adult life

Other people could stand up and speak to an assembly, apparently, without that dreadful feeling of pressure of personality; could say what they would as though they were speaking to only one person

What did it mean? A stick sharpened at both ends. What was there in that?

Fat lot of good we are," said Ralph. "Three blind mice.

He tried to convey the compulsion to track down and kill that was swallowing him up.

We've got to have rules and obey them. After all, we're not savages.

Piggy, saying nothing, with no time for even a grunt, traveled through the air sideways from the rock, turning over as he went. The rock bounded twice and was lost in the forest. Piggy fell forty feet and landed on his back across the square red rock in the sea. His head opened and stuff came out and turned red. Piggy’s arms and legs twitched a bit, like a pig’s after it has been killed. Then the sea breathed again in a long, slow sigh, the water boiled white and pink over the rock; and when it went, sucking back again, the body of Piggy was gone.