Quotes About Sacrifice

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.

Those who abjure violence can only do so by others committing violence on their behalf.

Parsons was Winston's fellow employee at the Ministry of Truth. He was a fattish but active man of paralyzing stupidity, a mass of imbecile enthusiasms--one of those completely unquestioning, devoted drudges on whom, more even than on the thought police, the stability of the Party depended.

We sleep safe in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm.

You were the dead; theirs was the future.

The great mass of human beings are not acutely selfish. After the age of about thirty they abandon individual ambition—in many cases, indeed, they almost abandon the sense of being individuals at all—and live chiefly for others, or are simply smothered under drudgery.

I sometimes think that the price of liberty is not so much eternal vigilance as eternal dirt.

The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labor. War is a way of shattering to pieces, or pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking in the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent.

We sleep soundly in our beds, because rough men stand ready in the night to do violence on those who would harm us Orwell cited Kipling's phrase making mock of uniforms that guard you while you sleep (Kipling, Tommy), and further noted that Kipling's grasp of function, of who protects whom, is very sound. He sees clearly that men can be highly civilized only while other men, inevitably less civilized, are there to guard and feed them. (1942)

Essentially, a 'smart' hotel is a place where a hundred people toil like devils in order that two hundred may pay through the nose for things they do not really want.

Glory of war, indeed! In war, all soldiers are lousy, at least when it is warm enough. The men who fought at Verdun, at Waterloo, at Flodden, at Senlac, at Thermopylae -- every one of them had lice crawling over his testicles.

La guerra es la guerra. El único ser humano bueno es el que ha muerto.»

There was no reproach either in their faces or in their hearts, only the knowledge that they must die in order that he might remain alive, and that this was part of the unavoid- able order of things.

Bisa dikatakan semakin mahal makanan, semakin banyak keringat dan ludah yang harus dimakan.

Tengo mujer y tres hijos. El mayor de ellos no tiene todavía seis años. Podéis coger a los cuatro y cortarles el cuerpo delante de mí y yo lo contemplaré sin rechistar. Pero no me llevéis a la habitación 101

Si pueden obligarme a dejarte de amar... ésa sería la verdadera traición

The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labor. War is a way of shattering to pieces, or pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking in the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent. Even

I do not think the Socialist need make any sacrifice of essentials, but certainly he will have to make a great sacrifice of externals. It would help enormously, for instance, if the smell of crankishness which still clings to the Socialist movement could be dispelled. If only the sandals and the pistachio-coloured shirts could be put in a pile and burnt, and every vegetarian, teetotaller and creeping Jesus sent home to Welwyn Garden City to do his yoga exercises quietly!

Quand on aimait, on aimait, et quand on n'avait rien d'autre à donner, on donnait son amour.

The dead men had become martyrs and their degradation was forgotten

War is a way of shattering to pieces, or pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking in the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent.

The world sleeps peaceably in their beds while rough men practice violence on their behalf.

A smart hotel is a place where 100 people toil like devils in order that 200 may pay through the nose for things they do not really want.

We sleep peaceably in our beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on our behalf --Opening to My Father's Son, attributed to George Orwell