Quotes from George Orwell

The possibility of enforcing not only complete obedience to the will of the State, but complete uniformity of opinion on all subjects, now existed for the first time.

Quien controla el pasado", decía el lema del Partido, "controla el futuro: quien controla el presente controla el pasado".

La guerra faceva da garante all'integrità mentale. Anzi, se si prendono in considerazione le classi dirigenti, costituiva la forma di garanzia più solida. Fino a quando le guerre potevano essere vinte o perdute, nessuna classe dirigente poteva ritenersi totalmente irresponsabile degli avvenimenti. Quando, però, diventa letteralmente continua, la guerra cessa anche di essere pericolosa.

to a time when truth exists

George Orwell is the best author -Jolie

Sei lento nell'apprendere, Winston» [...] «Ma come posso fare a meno...» piagnucolò «come posso fare a meno di vedere quello che ho davanti agli occhi? Due più due fa quattro». «A volte, Winston. A volte fa cinque, a volte tre. A volte fa cinque, quattro e tre contemporaneamente. Devi sforzarti di più. Non è facile diventare sani di mente».

The essence of oligarchical rule is not father-to-don inheritance, but the persistence of a certain world-view and a certain way of life, imposed by the dead upon the living.

lie passed into history and became truth. "Who controls the past," ran the Party slogan, "controls the future: who controls the present controls the past.

Who controls the past,' ran the Party slogan, 'controls the future: who controls the present controls the past.' And yet the past, though of its nature alterable, never had been altered.

Was the Party's hold upon the past less strong, he wondered, because a piece of evidence which existed no longer 'had once' existed?

Non esiste nulla di peggio del dolore fisico. Davanti al dolore, continuò a pensare Winston mentre si contorceva sul pavimento, stringendo inutilmente il braccio sinistro ormai invalido, non ci sono eroi. No, davanti al dolore non ci sono eroi.

Meaningless words. In certain kinds of writing, particularly in art criticism and literary criticism, it is normal to come across long passages which are almost completely lacking' in meaning.2 Words like romantic, plastic, values, human, dead, sentimental, natural, vitality, as used in art criticism, are strictly meaningless, in the sense that they not only do not point to any discoverable object, but are hardly even expected to do so by the reader.

Life in the quarter. Our BISTRO, for instance, at the foot of the Hotel des Trois Moineaux. A tiny brick-floored room, half underground, with wine-sodden tables, and a photograph of a funeral inscribed

It was a formidable cry of anger … Why was it that they could never shout like that about anything that mattered?

He seized the gun which always stood in a corner of his bedroom, and let fly a charge of number 6 shot into the darkness. The pellets buried themselves in the wall of the barn

He could not fight against the Party any longer. Besides, the Party was in the right. It must be so: how could the immortal, collective brain be mistaken?

Baš ništa ne posjedujemo osim par kubi?nih centimetara unutar vlastite lubanje.

It is a curious fact that the lure of a good investment seems to haunt clergymen more persistently than any other class of man. Perhaps it is the modern equivalent of the demons in female shape who used to haunt the anchorites of the Dark Ages.

No se había comprendido por completo que la desaparición de la libertad económica tendría algún efecto sobre la libertad intelectual.

There was a direct, intimate connection between chastity and political orthodoxy. For

The thing that he was about to do was to open a diary. This was not illegal (nothing was illegal, since there were no longer any laws), but if detected it was reasonably certain that it would be punished by death, or at least by twenty-five years in a forced-labor camp. Winston fitted a nib into the penholder and sucked it to get the grease off.

Somos diferentes de todas las oligarquías del pasado porque sabemos lo que estamos haciendo. Todos los demás, incluso los que se parecían a nosotros, eran cobardes o hipócritas. Los nazis alemanes y los comunistas rusos se acercaban mucho a nosotros por sus métodos, pero nunca tuvieron el valor de reconocer sus propios motivos.

Two Minutes Hate was not that one was obliged to act a part, but, on the contrary, that it was impossible to avoid joining in.

No cabía duda alguna de la transformación en las caras de los cerdos. Los animales, atravesados por el asombro, pasearon su mirada del cerdo al hombre, y nuevamente del hombre al cerdo, una y otra vez, pero les fue imposible hallar diferencia alguna entre uno y otro.