The Grapes of Wrath Quotes With Page Numbers
“The clouds appeared and went away, and in a while they did not try anymore.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 1, Page 3
“You’re bound to get idears if you go thinkin’ about stuff”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 4, Page 26
“There ain’t no sin and there ain’t no virtue. There’s just stuff people do.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 4, Page 30
“Before I knowed it, I was sayin’ out loud, ‘The hell with it! There ain’t no sin and there ain’t no virtue. There’s just stuff people do. It’s all part of the same thing.’ . . . . I says, ‘What’s this call, this sperit?’ An’ I says, ‘It’s love. I love people so much I’m fit to bust, sometimes.’ . . . . I figgered, ‘Why do we got to hang it on God or Jesus? Maybe,’ I figgered, ‘maybe it’s all men an’ all 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.’ Now I sat there thinkin’ it, an’ all of a suddent-I knew it. I knew it so deep down that it was true, and I still know it.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 4, Page 30
“Some of the owner men were kind because they hated what they had to do, and some of them 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. And all of them were caught in something larger than themselves. Some of them hated the mathematics that drove them, and some were afraid, and some worshiped the mathematics because it provided a refuge from thought and from feeling. If a bank or a finance company owned the land, the owner man said, The Bank – or the Company – needs – wants – insists – must have – as though the Bank or the Company were a monster, with thought and feeling, which had ensnared them. These last would take no responsibility for the banks or the companies because they were men and slaves, while the banks were machines and masters all at the same time. Some of the owner men were a little proud to be slaves to such cold and powerful masters. The owner men sat in the cars and explained. You know the land is poor. You’ve scrabbled at it long enough, God knows.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 5, Pages 40, 41
“The bank – the monster has to have profits all the time. It can’t wait. It’ll die. No, taxes go on. When the monster stops growing, it dies. It can’t stay one size.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 5, Page 42
“Sure, cried the tenant men, but it’s our land…We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it’s no good, it’s still ours….That’s what makes ownership, not a paper with numbers on it.”
“We’re sorry. It’s not us. It’s the monster. The bank isn’t like a man.”
“Yes, but the bank is only made of men.”
“No, you’re wrong there—quite wrong there. The bank is something else than men. It happens that every man in a bank hates what the bank does, and yet the bank does it. The bank is something more than men, I tell you. It’s the monster. Men made it, but they can’t control it.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 5, Page 43
“Funny thing how it is. If a man owns a little property, that property is him, it’s part of him, and it’s like him. If he owns property only so he can walk on it and handle it and be sad when it isn’t doing well, and feel fine when the rain falls on it, that property is him, and some way he’s bigger because he owns it. Even if he isn’t successful he’s big with his property. That is so.’
‘But let a man get property he doesn’t see, or can’t take time to get his fingers in, or can’t be there to walk on it – why, then the property is the man. He can’t do what he wants, he can’t think what he wants. The property is the man, stronger than he is. And he is small, not big. Only his possessions are big – and he’s the servant of his property. That is so, too.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 5, Page 48
“Maybe there ain’t no sin and there ain’t no virtue, they’s just what people does. Some things folks do is nice and some ain’t so nice, and that’s all any man’s got a right to say.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 6, Page 55
“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 6, Pages 61, 62
“Yes, you should talk,” he said. “Sometimes a sad man can talk the sadness right out through his mouth. Sometimes a killin’ man can talk the murder right out of his mouth.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 6, Page 68
“It was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 8, Page 95
“She seemed to know, to accept, to welcome her position, the citadel of the family, the strong place that could not be taken. And since old Tom and the children could not know hurt or fear unless she acknowledged hurt or fear, she had practiced denying them in herself. And since, when a joyful thing happened, they looked to see whether joy was on her, it was her habit to build laughter out of inadequate materials….She seemed to know that if she swayed the family shook, and if she ever deeply wavered or despaired the family would fall.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 8, Pages 95, 96
“Ma was heavy, but not fat; thick with child-bearing and work. She wore a loose Mother Hubbard of gray cloth in which there had once been colored flowers, but the color was washed out now, so that the small flowered pattern was only a little lighter gray than the background. The dress came down to her ankles, and he strong, broad, bare feet moved quickly and deftly over the floor. Her thin, steel-gray hair was gathered in a sparse wispy knot at the back of her head. Strong, freckled arms were bare to the elbow, and her hands were chubby and delicate, like those of a plump little girl. She looked out into the sunshine. Her full face was not soft; it was controlled, kindly. Her hazel eyes seemed to have experienced all possible tragedy and to have mounted pain and suffering like steps into a high calm and a superhuman understanding. She seemed to know, to accept, to welcome her position, the citadel of the family, the strong place that could not be taken. And since old Tom and the children could not know hurt or fear unless she acknowledged hurt and fear, she had practiced denying them in herself. And since, when a joyful thing happened, they looked to see whether joy was on her, it was her habit to build up laughter out of inadequate materials. But better than joy was calm. Imperturbability could be depended upon. And from her great and humble position in the family she had taken dignity and a clean calm beauty. From her position as healer, her hands had grown sure and cool and quiet; from her position as arbiter she had become as remote and faultless in judgment as a goddess. She seemed to know that if she swayed the family shook, and if she ever really deeply wavered or despaired the family would fall, the family will to function would be gone.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 8, Pages 95, 96
“And her joy was nearly like sorrow.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 8, Page 96
“He drank too much when he could get it, ate too much when it was there, talked too much all the time.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 8, Page 100
“You’re buying years of work, toil in the sun; you’re buying a sorrow that can’t talk.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 9, Page 112
“But you can’t start. Only a baby 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.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 9, Page 113
“How can we live without our lives? How will we know it’s us without our past?”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 9, Page 114
“Up ahead they’s a thousan’ lives we might live, but when it comes it’ll on’y be one.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 13, Pages 158, 159
“Ain’t you thinkin’ what’s it gonna be like when we get there? Ain’t you scared it won’t be nice like we thought?
No, she said quickly. No, I ain’t. You can’t do that. I can’t do that. It’s too much – livin’ too many lives. Up ahead they’s a thousan’ lives we might live, but when it comes, it’ll on’y be one.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 13, Pages 158, 159
“Muscles aching to work, minds aching to create – this is man.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 14, Page 192
“Man, unlike any other thing organic or inorganic in the universe, grows beyond his work, walks up the stairs of his concepts, and emerges ahead of his accomplishments.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 14, Page 192
“The Western States nervous under the beginning change. Texas and Oklahoma, Kansas and Arkansas, New Mexico, Arizona, California. A single family moved from the land Pa borrowed money from the bank, and now the bank wants the land. The land company–that’s the bank when it has land–wants tractors, not families on the land. Is a tractor bad? Is
the power that turns the long furrows wrong? If this tractor were ours it would be good–not mine, but ours. If our tractor turned the long furrows of our land, it would be good. Not my land, but ours. We could love that tractor then as we have loved this land when it was ours. But the tractor does two things–it turns the land and turns us off the land. There is little difference between this tractor and a tank. The people are driven, intimidated, hurt by both. We must think about this.One man, one family driven from the land; this rusty car creaking along the highway to the west. I lost my land, a single tractor took my land. I am alone and bewildered. And in the night one family camps in a ditch and another family pulls in and the tents come out. The two men squat on their hams and the women and children listen. Here is the node, you who hate change and fear revolution. Keep these two squatting men apart; make them hate, fear, suspect each other. Here is the anlarge of the thing you fear. This is the zygote. For here “I lost my land” is changed; a cell is split and from its splitting grows the thing you hate–“We lost our land.” The danger is here, for two men are not as lonely and perplexed as one. And from this first “we” there grows a still more dangerous thing: “I have a little food” plus “I have none.” If from this problem the sum is “We have a little food,” the thing is on its way, the movement has direction. Only a little multiplication now, and this land, this tractor are ours. The two men squatting in a ditch, the little fire, the side- meat stewing in a single pot, the silent, stone-eyed women; behind, the children listening with their souls to words their
minds do not understand. The night draws down. The baby has a cold. Here, take this blanket. It’s wool. It was my mother’s blanket–take it for the baby. This is the thing to bomb. This is the beginning–from “I” to “we.”If you who own the things people must have could understand this, you might preserve yourself. If you could separate causes from results, if you could know Paine, Marx, Jefferson, Lenin, were results, not causes, you might survive. But that you cannot know. For the quality of owning freezes you forever into “I,” and cuts you off forever from the “we.”
The Western States are nervous under the begining change. Need is the stimulus to concept, concept to action. A half-million people moving over the country; a million more restive, ready to move; ten million more feeling the first nervousness.
And tractors turning the multiple furrows in the vacant land.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 14, Pages 192-195
“This you may say of man – when theories change and crash, when schools, philosophies, when narrow dark alleys of thought, national, religious, economic, grow and disintegrate, man reaches, stumbles forward, painfully, mistakenly sometimes. Having stepped forward, he may slip back, but only half a step, never the full step back.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 14, Page 193
“And this you can know- fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 14, Page 193
“This is the thing to bomb. This is the beginning—from “I” to “we”. If you who own the things people must have could understand this, you might preserve yourself. If you could separate causes from results, if you could know that Paine, Marx, Jefferson, Lenin were results, not causes, you might survive. But that you cannot know. For the quality of owning freezes you forever into “I”, and cuts you off forever from the “we”. ”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 14, Page 194
“The quality of owning freezes you forever in “I,” and cuts you off forever from the “we.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 14, Page 194
“If he needs a million acres to make him feel rich, seems to me he needs it ’cause he feels awful poor inside hisself, and if he’s poor in hisself, there ain’t no million acres gonna make him feel rich, an’ maybe he’s disappointed that nothin’ he can do ‘ll make him feel rich.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 18, Page 266
“You got a God. Don’t make no difference if you don’ know what he looks like.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 18, Page 281
“I’m jus’ pain covered with skin.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 18, Page 282
“And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 19, Page 306
“And the great owners, who must lose their land in an upheaval, the great owners with access to history, with eyes to read history and to know the great fact: when property accumulates in too few hands it is taken away. And that companion fact: when a majority of 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. The great owners ignored the three cries of history. The land fell into fewer hands, the number of the dispossessed increased, and every effort of the great owners was directed at repression. The money was spent for arms, for gas to protect the great holdings, and spies were sent to catch the murmuring of revolt so that it might be stamped out. The changing economy was ignored, plans for the change ignored; and only means to destroy revolt were considered, while the causes of revolt went on.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 19, Page 306
“Our people are good people; our people are kind people. Pray God some day kind people won’t all be poor.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 19, Pages 307, 308
“I’m gettin’ tired way past where sleep rests me.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 20, Page 330
“Tell ’em to God. Don’ go burdenin’ other people with your sins. That ain’t decent.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 20, Page 344
“Why, Tom – us people will go on livin’ when all them people is gone. Why, Tom, we’re the people that live. They ain’t gonna wipe us out. Why, we’re the people – we go on.’
‘We take a beatin’ all the time.’
‘I know.’ Ma chuckled. ‘Maybe that makes us tough. Rich fellas come up an’ they die, an’ their kids ain’t no good, an’ they die out. But, Tom, we keep a-comin’. Don’ you fret none, Tom. A different time’s comin’.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 20, Page 360
“The fields were fruitful, and starving men moved on the roads.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 21, Page 364
“They’s times when how you feel got to be kep’ to yourself.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 22, Pages 389
“Death was a friend, and sleep was Death’s brother.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 23, Page 421
“Men who have created new fruits in the world cannot create a system whereby those fruits may be eaten.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 25, Page 448
“The works of the roots of the vines, of the trees, must be destroyed to keep up the price, and this is the saddest, bitterest thing of all. Carloads of oranges dumped on the ground. The people came for miles to take the fruit, but this could not be. How would they buy oranges at twenty cents a dozen if they could drive out and pick them up? And men with hoses squirt kerosene on the oranges, and they are angry at the crime, angry at the people who have come to take the fruit. A million people hungry, needing the fruit- and kerosene sprayed over the golden mountains. And the smell of rot fills the country. Burn coffee for fuel in the ships. Burn corn to keep warm, it makes a hot fire. Dump potatoes in the rivers and place guards along the banks to keep the hungry people from fishing them out. Slaughter the pigs and bury them, and let the putrescence drip down into the earth.
There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success. The fertile earth, the straight tree rows, the sturdy trunks, and the ripe fruit. And children dying of pellagra must die because a profit cannot be taken from an orange. And coroners must fill in the certificate- died of malnutrition- because the food must rot, must be forced to rot. The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with 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.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 25, Pages 448, 449
“There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 25, Page 449
“…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.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 25, Page 449
“If you’re in trouble or hurt or need–go to poor people. They’re the only ones that’ll help–the only ones.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 26, Page 483
“Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, the one will lif’ up his fellow, but woe to him that is alone when he falleth, for he hath not another to help him up.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 28, Pages 535, 536
“Then it don’ matter. Then I’ll be all aroun’ in the dark. I’ll be ever’where – wherever you look. Wherever they’s a fight so hungry people can eat, I’ll be there. Wherever they’s a cop beatin’ up a guy, I’ll be there. If Casy knowed, why, I’ll be in the way guys yell when they’re mad an’ – I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry an’ they know supper’s ready. An’ when our folks eat the stuff they raise an’ live in the houses they build, why, I’ll be there.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 28, Page 537
“Whenever they’s a fight so hungry people can eat, I’ll be there. Whenever they’s a cop beatin’ up a guy, I’ll be there . . . . I’ll be in the way guys yell when they’re mad an’-I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry an’ they know supper’s ready. An’ when our folks eat the stuff they raise an’ live in the houses they build-why, I’ll be there.” Tom Joad”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 28, Page 537
“Woman can change better’n a man,” Ma said soothingly. “Woman got all her life in her arms. Man got it all in his head.”
“Man, he lives in jerks-baby born an’ a man dies, an’ that’s a jerk-gets a farm and looses his farm, an’ that’s a jerk. Woman, its all one flow, like a stream, little eddies, little waterfalls, but the river, it goes right on. Woman looks at it like that. We ain’t gonna die out. People is goin’ on-changin’ a little, maybe, but goin’ right on.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 28, Page 541
“The break would never come as long as fear could turn to wrath.”
~John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 29, Page 556
The Grapes Of Wrath Short Summary
The Grapes of Wrath tells the story of the Joad family, who have been forced off their Oklahoma farm due to the Dust Bowl and the Great Depression. Their matriarch, Ma Joad, leads them on a long journey west, searching for a better life.
Along the way, they face many hardships, such as racism, economic exploitation, and physical exhaustion. Despite the odds stacked against them, they remain hopeful and determined to build a better future.
The novel ultimately emphasizes the power of resilience in the face of adversity and is an enduring testament to the strength of family bonds.