Lord of the Flies is a 1954 novel by Nobel Prize-winning British author William Golding. The book focuses on a group of British boys stranded on an uninhabited island and their disastrous attempt to govern themselves. Profoundly inspirational Lord of The Flies quotes will get you through anything when the going gets tough and help you succeed in every aspect of life.
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Famous Lord of The Flies Quotes
I agree with Ralph. We’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages. We’re English, and the English are best at everything. So we’ve got to do the right things. Jack
Maybe there is a beast maybe it’s only us. William Golding
His specs use them as burning glasses! Jack
Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy. William Golding
We’re strong we hunt! If there’s a beast, we’ll hunt it down! We’ll close in and beat and beat and beat ! Jack
The thing is fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream. William Golding
No! How could we kill it? Jack
We did everything adults would do. What went wrong? William Golding
The mask was a thing on its own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self consciousness. William Golding
The greatest ideas are the simplest. William Golding
Ralph is like Piggy. He says things like Piggy. He isn’t a proper chief. Jack
I think women are foolish to pretend they are equal to men, they are far superior and always have been. William Golding
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! Jack
Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are? William Golding
We don’t want you three’s enough. Jack
What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages? William Golding
Don’t you want to be rescued? All you can talk about is pig, pig, pig! Ralph
If faces were different when lit from above or below what was a face? What was anything? William Golding
The world, that understandable and lawful world, was slipping away. William Golding
We ought to have more rules. Where the conch is, that’s a meeting. The same up here as down there. Ralph
He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one’s waking life was spent watching one’s feet. William Golding
That was Simon that was murder. Ralph
We’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages. We’re English, and the English are best at everything. William Golding
The fire’s the most important thing. Without the fire, we can’t be rescued. I’d like to put on war paint and be a savage. But we must keep the fire burning. The fire’s the most important thing on the island, because, because. Ralph
They looked at each other, baffled, in love and hate. William Golding
I’m frightened of us. I want to go home. Oh, God. I want to go home. Ralph
The mask was a thing on it’s own, behind which Jack hid, liberated from shame and self conciousness. William Golding
And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy. William Golding
Maybe, he said hesitantly, maybe there is a beast. What I mean is, maybe it’s only us. William Golding
Didn’t you hear what the pilot said? About the atom bomb? They’re all dead. Piggy
His voice rose under the black smoke before the burning wreckage of the island; and infected by that emotion, the other little boys began to shake and sob too. And in the middle of them, with filthy body, matted hair, and unwiped nose, Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of mans heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy. William Golding
What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages? What’s grown ups going to think? Going off hunting pigs letting fires out and now! Piggy
They walked along, two continents of experience and feeling unable to communicate. William Golding
I’m scared of him and that’s why I know him. If you’re scared of someone you hate him but you can’t stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he’s all right really, an then when you see him again; it’s like asthma an you can’t breathe. Piggy
There have been so many interpretations of the story that I’m not going to choose between them. Make your own choice. They contradict each other, the various choices. The only choice that really matters, the only interpretation of the story, if you want one, is your own. Not your teacher’s, not your professor’s, not mine, not a critic’s, not some authority’s. The only thing that matters is, first, the experience of being in the story, moving through it. Then any interpretation you like. If it’s yours, then that’s the right one, because what’s in a book is not what an author thought he put into it, it’s what the reader gets out of it. William Golding
As if it wasn’t a good island. As if the beastie, the beastie or the snake thing, was real. Remember? Simon
He lost himself in a maze of thoughts that were rendered vague by his lack of words to express them. Frowning, he tried again. William Golding
Maybe there is a beast. Maybe it’s only us. Simon
Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood. William Golding
You’ll get back all right. I think so, anyway. Simon
I’m scared of him, said Piggy, and that’s why I know him. If you’re scared of someone you hate him but you can’t stop thinking about him. You kid yourself he’s all right really, an then when you see him again; it’s like asthma an you can’t breathe. William Golding
The rock struck Piggy a glancing blow from chin to knee; the conch exploded into a thousand white fragments and ceased to exist. William Golding
I believe man suffers from an appalling ignorance of his own nature. I produce my own view in the belief that it may be something like the truth. William Golding
Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Do him in! Piggy
His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink. William Golding
As Simon thought this, he turned to the poor broken thing that sat stinking by his side. The beast was harmless and horrible, and the news must reach the others as soon as possible. William Golding
Roger stooped, picked up a stone, aimed and threw it at Henry threw it to miss. The stone, that token of preposterous time, bounced five yards to Henry’s right and fell in the water. Roger gathered a handful of stones and began to throw them. Yet there was a space round Henry, perhaps six yards in diameter, into which he dare not throw. Here, invisible yet strong, was the taboo of the old life. Round the squatting child was the protection of parents and school and policemen and the law. Roger was conditioned by a civilization that knew nothing of him and was in ruins. William Golding
Well then I’ve been all over this island. By myself. If there were a beast I’d have seen it. Be frightened because you’re like that but there is no beast in the forest. Jack
Ralph would treat the day’s decisions as though he were playing chess. The only trouble was that he would never be a very good chess player. William Golding
