He had the sensation of stepping into the dampness of a grave, and it was not much better because he had always known that the grave was there and waiting for him.
Partly it was a sort of hymn to the wisdom and majesty of Big Brother, but still more it was an act of self-hypnosis, a deliberate drowning of consciousness by means of rhythmic noise.
The secret of rulership is to combine a belief in one's own infallibility with a power to learn from past mistakes.
All men are enemies. All animals are comrades
A lunatic is just a minority of one.
In general, the greater the understanding, the greater the delusion; the more intelligent, the less sane.
She had had her momentary flowering, a year, perhaps, of wildrose beauty, and then she had suddenly swollen like a fertilized fruit and grown hard and red and coarse, and then her life had been laundering, scrubbing, laundering, first for children, then for grandchildren, over thirty years. At the end of it she was still singing.
Tragedy, he precieved, belonged to the ancient time, to a time when there were still privacy, love, and friendship, and when the members of a family stood by one another without needing to know the reason.
Surely, comrades, you don't want Jones back?
Do you know why you're here? Shall I tell you why we brought you here? To cure you.To make you sane.
It was true that there was no such person as Comrade Ogilvy, but a few lines of print and a couple of faked photographs would soon bring him into existence
The masses never revolt of their own accord, and they never revolt merely because they are oppressed. Indeed, so long as they are not permitted to have standards of comparison, they never even become aware that they are oppressed.
Why should one feel it to be intolerable unless one had some kind of ancestral memory that things had one been different?
He who controls the past controls the future. He who controls the present controls the past.
Perhaps it is only when people are somewhere near the starvation level that they have anything to sing about.
The two aims of the Party are to conquer the whole surface of the earth and to extinguish once and for all the possiblity of independent thought. There are therefore two great problems which the Party is concerned to solve. One is how to discover against his will what another human being is thinking and the other is how to kill several hundred million people in a few seconds without giving warning beforehand.
Between pigs and human beings there was not and there need not be any clash of interest whatsoever.
Almost as swiftly as he had imagined it, she had torn her clothes off, and when she flung them aside it was with that same magnificent gesture by which a whole civilization seemed to be annihilated.
In moments of crisis one is never fighting against an external enemy but always against one's own body.
She was very young...she still expected something from life, she did not understand that to push an inconvenient person over a cliff solves nothing.
War is a way of shattering to pieces, or pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking into the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comforable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent.
The only good human being is a dead one.
Don't you see the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the language of thought? In the end we shall make thoughtcrime literally impossible because there will be no words in which to express it
It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.
The Ministry of Love was the really frightening one. There were no windows in it at all. Winston had never been inside the Ministry of Love, nor within half a kilometer of it. It was a place impossible to enter except on official business, and then only by penetrating through a maze of barbed-wire entanglements, steel doors, and hidden machine-guns nests. Even the streets leading up to its outer barriers were roamed by gorilla-faced guards in black uniforms, armed with jointed truncheons
Winston was gelatinous with fatigue.
He wondered vaguely how many others like here there might be in the younger generation, people who had grown up in the world of the Revolution, knowing nothing else, accepting the Party as something unalterable, like the sky, not rebelling against its authority but simply evading it, as a rabbit dodges a dog.
Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.
The urge to shout filthy words at the top of his voice was as strong as ever.
Clover was a stout motherly mare approaching middle life, who had never quite got her figure back after her fourth foal.
More George Orwell Quotations (Based on Topics)
War & Peace - Future - Man - Life - Mind - World - Past - Thought & Thinking - Time - Love - Parties - Power - People - Language - Truth - Faces - Hatred - Lies & Deceit - Present - View All George Orwell Quotations
More George Orwell Quotations (By Book Titles)
- Animal Farm
Leo Buscaglia - Zig Ziglar - Og Mandino - Marcel Proust - C. S. Lewis - Richard Carlson - Mary Higgins Clark - John Gray - Jared Diamond - Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn