John Proctor Quotes

I have given you my soul; leave me my name!

Is the accuser always holy now? Were they born this morning as clean as God’s fingers?

I cannot mount the gibbet like a saint. It is a fraud. I am not that man.

I am no saint, John, and nor am I so base as to hold this against you.

Suspicion kissed you when I did.

Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!

The magistrate sits in your heart that judges you.

I think you may have cracked the devil’s spine.

And now you bid me tear the light out of my eyes? I will not, I cannot!

Do what you will. But let none be your judge.

He has his goodness, now. God forbid I take it from him!

I see now your spirit twists around the single error of my life, and I will never tear it free!

I have been thinking I would confess to them, Elizabeth. What say you?

There are wheels within wheels in this village, and fires within fires!

I have no tongue for it.

I cannot judge you, John.

John, you are not open with me. You saw her with a crowd, you said. Now you-

I may think of you softly from time to time. But I will cut off my hand before I ever reach for you again.

I am a stranger here, as you know. I am come from Cheever with warrant for your wife.

John Proctor Quotes part 2

I may think of you softly from time to time. But I will cut off my hand before I will ever reach for you again.

It is winter in here yet. On Sunday let you come with me, and we’ll walk the farm together; I never see such a load of flowers on the earth.

Why do you hold back? Is there something in this matter beyond the naked con- science?

What profit him to bleed? Shall the dust praise him? Shall the worms declare his truth?

He have his goodness now. God forbid I take it from him!

I am thinking I will catch her. Forgive me, forgive me, John – I never knew such goodness in the world!

How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!

I cannot mount the gibbet like a saint. It is fraud. My Honesty is broke Elizabeth; I am no good man.

My honesty is broke, Elizabeth; I am no good man.

I speak my own sins; I cannot judge another.

Suspicion kissed you when I did; I never knew how I should say my love.

I cannot speak but I am doubted, every moment judged for lies, as though I come into a court when I come into this house!

Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! I have given you my soul; leave me my name!

I have been thinking I would confess to them, Elizabeth. What say you? You forgive nothin’, and forget nothin’. Learn charity, woman.

I want my life.

But you must understand, sir, that a person is either with this court or he must be counted against it, there be no road between.

You will not use me! I am no Sarah Good or Tituba, I am John Proctor! You will not use me!

Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name?

There might also be a dragon with 5 legs in my house, but no one has ever seen it.

It’s winter in here yet.

Is the accuser always holy now?

The magistrate that sits in your heart is no- thing but a fraud.

Do what you will, but let none be your judge.

I speak my own sins; I can not judge another. I have no tongue for it.

Suspicion kissed you when I did.

There is heresy in the high air in-andres of rumour have passed with her approach