Quotes About Privacy

For the first time he perceived that if you want to keep a secret you must also hide it from yourself. You must know all the while that it is there, but until it is needed you must never let it emerge into your consciousness in any shape that could be given a name.

Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimeters inside your skull.

On coins, on stamps, on the covers of books, on banners, on posters, and on the wrapping of a cigarette packet - everywhere. Always the eyes watching you and the voice enveloping you. Asleep or awake, working or eating, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or in bed - no escape. Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimeters inside your skull.

Always the eyes watching you and the voice enveloping you. Asleep or awake, working or eating, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or in bed--no escape. Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull.

Always the eyes watching you and the voice enveloping you. Asleep or awake, working or eating, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or in bed—no escape. Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimeters inside your skull.

Always the eyes watching you and the voice enveloping you. Asleep or awake, working or eating, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or in bed – no escape. Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull. The

For the first time he perceived that if you want to keep a secret you must also hide it from yourself.

The instrument (the telescreen, it was called) could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely.

Winston kept his back turned to the telescreen. It was safer; though, as he well knew, even a back can be revealing.

Tragedy, he perceived, belonged to the ancient time, to a time when there was still privacy, love and friendship, and when the members of a family stood by one another without needing to know the reason.

Winston glanced across the hall. In the corresponding cubicle on the other side a small, precise-looking, dark-chinned man named Tillotson was working steadily away, with a folded newspaper on his knee and his mouth very close to the mouthpiece of the speakwrite.

To the right of the speakwrite, a small pneumatic tube for written messages; to the left, a larger one for newspapers; and in the side wall, within easy reach of Winston's arm, a large oblong slit protected by a wire grating.

It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.

You had to live—did live, from habit that became instinct—in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every movement scrutinised.

Privacy, he said, was a very valuable thing. Everyone wanted a place where they could be alone occasionally.

No podían conseguir que cambiaras tus sentimientos: de hecho, ni tú mismo podías cambiarlos por más que quisieras. Podían averiguar hasta el último detalle de lo que habías hecho, dicho o pensado; pero el interior de tu corazón, cuyo funcionamiento era un misterio incluso para ti, seguía siendo inexpugnable.

George Orwell

Tenias que vivir dado por sentado que escuchaban hasta el ultimo sonido que hacias y que, observaban todos tus movimientos

On each landing, opposite the lift shaft, the poster with the enormous face gazed from the wall. It was one of those pictures which are so contrived that the eyes follow you about when you move. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption beneath it ran.

Sin duda,podrían saber hasta el más pequeño detalle todo lo que uno hubiera hecho, dicho o pensado;pero el fondo del corazón, cuyo contenido era un misterio incluso para su dueño, se mantendría siempre inexpugnable.

They could be tracked down by inquiry, they could be squeezed out of you by torture. But if the object was not to stay alive but to stay human, what difference did it ultimately make? They could not alter your feelings; for that matter you could not alter them yourself, even if you wanted to. They could lay bare in the utmost detail everything that you had done or said or thought; but the inner heart, whose workings were mysterious even to yourself, remained impregnable.

heard. There was of course no way of knowing whether you were being watched at any given moment. How often, or on what system, the Thought Police plugged in on any individual wire was guesswork. It was even conceivable that they watched everybody all the time. But at any rate they could plug in your wire whenever they wanted to. You had

A Party member lives from birth to death under the eye of the Thought Police. Even when he is alone he can never be sure that he is alone.

Je?li chce si? zachowa? tajemnic?, nale?y ukry? j? nawet przed sob?.