Quotes About Defiance

They scorched the earth, destroyed their own homes and fields, took to the hills and the wilderness with their beasts and all they could move, and carried on the struggle by onfall, ambush, cutting supply lines, and constant harrying.

If you can feel that staying human is worth while, even when it can't have any result whatever, you've beaten them.

If you kept the small rules, you could break the big ones.

I hate purity, I hate goodness! I don't want virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.

He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.

Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four.

There are occasions when it pays better to fight and be beaten than not to fight at all.

the mute protest in your own bones

A dirty joke is a sort of mental rebellion.

If you are a man, Winston, you are the last man.

The atom bombs are piling up in the factories, the police are prowling through the cities, the lies are streaming from the loudspeakers, but the earth is still going round the sun, and neither the dictators nor the bureaucrats, deeply as they disapprove of the process, are able to prevent it.

And yet he was in the right! They were wrong and he was right. The obvious, the silly, and the true had got to be defended. Truisms are true, hold on to that! The solid world exists, its laws do not change. Stones are hard, water is wet, objects unsupported fall towards the earth's centre.

You wanted a good time; they, meaning the Party, wanted to stop you having it; you broke the rules as best you could.

They can't get inside you,' she had said. But they could get inside you.

We are the dead,' he said. 'We are the dead,' echoed Julia dutifully. 'You are the dead,' said an iron voice behind them.

The clever thing was to break the rules and stay alive all the same.

They would have blown his brain to pieces before they could reclaim it. The heretical thought would be unpunished, unrepented, out of their reach for ever. They would have blown a hole in their own perfection. To die hating them, that was freedom.

Morir odiándolos [al Partido], ésa era la libertad.

We are the dead.

Being in a minority, even a minority of one, did not make you mad. There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad.

Su abrazo había sido una batalla, el clímax una victoria. Era un golpe contra el Partido. Era un acto político.

I hate purity, I hate goodness, I don't want any virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.

The dark-haired girl behind Winston had begun crying out: 'Swine! Swine! Swine!', and suddenly she picked up a heavy Newspeak dictionary and flung it at the screen.

February your grandmother!