Quotes About Dystopia

George Orwell

If there is hope, it's in the proles.

Nothing is efficient in Oceania except the Thought Police

And then a voice from the telescreen was singing: 'Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me: There lie they, and here lie we Under the spreading chestnut tree.' The three men never stirred. But when Winston glanced again at Rutherford's ruinous face, he saw that his eyes were full of tears. And for the first time he noticed, with a kind of inward shudder, and yet not knowing at what he shuddered, that both Aaronson and Rutherford had broken noses.

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they'll shoot me i don't care they'll shoot me in the back of the neck i don't care down with big brother they always shoot you in the back of the neck i don't care down with big brother

Não havia lugar de destaque que não ostentasse aquele rosto de bigode negro a olhar para baixo. Na fachada da casa logo do outro lado da rua, via-se um deles. O grande irmão está de olho em você, dizia o letreiro, enquanto os olhos escuros pareciam perfurar os de Winston.

If you're happy inside yourself, why should you get excited about Big Brother and the Three-Year Plans and the Two Minutes Hate and all the rest of their bloody rot?

How could you have a slogan like freedom is slavery when the concept of freedom had been abolished

Incluso los nombres de los cuatro ministerios que los gobiernan revelan un gran descaro al tergiversar deliberadamente los hechos. El Ministerio de la Paz se ocupa de la guerra; el Ministerio de la Verdad, de las mentiras; el Ministerio del Amor, de la tortura, y el Ministerio de la Abundancia, del hambre.

WAR IS PEACE FREEDOM IS SLAVERY IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH

is in the ranks of the Party, and above all of the Inner Party, that the true war enthusiasm is found. World-conquest is believed in most firmly by those who know it to be impossible.

La guerra es paz. La libertad es la esclavitud. La ignorancia es la fuerza.

He did not believe he had ever heard the word Ingsoc before 1960, but it was possible that in its Oldspeak form—'English Socialism'

For the moment he had shut his ears to the remoter noises and was listening to the stuff that streamed out of the telescreen. It appeared that there had even been demonstrations to thank Big Brother for raising the chocolate ration to twenty grammes a week.

Thoughcrime doesn't pull death; toughtcrime IS death

The Ministry of Truth—Minitrue, in Newspeak1—was startlingly different from any other object in sight. It was an enormous pyramidal structure of glittering white concrete, soaring up, terrace after terrace, three hundred metres into the air. From where Winston stood it was just possible to read, picked out on its white face in elegant lettering, the three slogans of the Party:   WAR IS PEACE FREEDOM IS SLAVERY IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH.

El hecho de escribir ABAJO EL GRAN HERMANO o no escribirlo, era completamente igual. Seguir con el diario o renunciar a escribirlo, venía a ser lo mismo. La Policía del Pensamiento lo descubriría de todas maneras

Para el futuro o para el pasado, para la época en que se pueda pensar libremente, en que los hombres sean distintos unos de otros y no vivan solitarios... Para cuando la verdad exista y lo que se haya hecho no pueda ser deshecho: Desde esta época de uniformidad, de este tiempo de soledad, la Edad del Gran Hermano, la época del doblepensar... ¡muchas felicidades!

The Party claimed, for example, that today 40 per cent of adult proles were literate: before the Revolution, it was said, the number had only been 15 per cent. The Party claimed that the infant mortality rate was now only 160 per thousand, whereas before the Revolution it had been 300—and so it went on. It was like a single equation with two unknowns.

O'Brien alzó la mano izquierda, con el dorso hacia Winston, el pulgar oculto y los cuatro dedos extendidos. —¿Cuántos dedos hay aquí, Winston? —Cuatro. —Y si el Partido dijera que no son cuatro sino cinco... ¿cuántos habría? —Cuatro. La palabra concluyó en una boqueada de dolor.

Newspeak, doublethink, the mutability of the past. He felt as though he were wandering in the forests of the sea bottom, lost in a monstrous world where he himself was the monster. He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable. What certainty had he that a single human creature now living was on his side?

How could you have a slogan like 'freedom is slavery' when the concept of freedom has been abolished?

But you could share in that future if you kept alive the mind as they kept alive the body, and passed on the secret doctrine that two plus two make four.