Quotes from George Orwell

In any town in India the European Club is the spiritual citadel, the real seat of the British power, the Nirvana for which native officials and millionaires pine in vain.

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

But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.

Quite apart from anything else, the rule of money sees to it that we shall be governed largely by the old—that is, by people utterly unable to grasp what age they are living in or what enemy they are fighting.

Winston sat in his usual corner, gazing into an empty glass. Now and again he glanced up at a vast face which eyed him from the opposite wall. BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU, the caption said. Unbidden, a waiter came and filled his glass up with Victory Gin, shaking into it a few drops from another bottle with a quill through the cork. It was saccharine flavoured with cloves, the speciality of the café.

For the hair has grown on my upper lip And the clergy are all clean-shaven

It had driven into her a far deeper understanding than she had had before of the great modern commandment - the eleventh commandment which has wiped out all the others: Thou shalt not lose thy job.

Los mejores libros, comprendió, son los que te cuentan lo que ya sabías.

He accepted everything. The past was alterable.

But the luxuries of which Snowball had once taught the animals to dream, the stalls with electric light and hot and cold water, and the three-day week, were no longer talked about. Napoleon had denounced such ideas as contrary to the spirit of Animalism. The truest happiness he said, lay in working

A writer inevitably - and less directly this applies to all the arts - about contemporary events, and his impulse is to tell what he believes to be truth. But no government, no big organisation, will pay for the truth.

De certa maneira, era como se a granja tivesse ficado rica sem que nenhum animal houvesse enriquecido — exceto, é claro, os porcos e os cachorros.

But this sense of guilt and inevitable failure was balanced by something else: that is, the instinct to survive. Even a creature that is weak, ugly, cowardly, smelly and in no way justifiable still wants to stay alive and be happy after its own fashion. I could not invert the existing scale of values, or turn myself into a success, but I could accept my failure and make the best of it. I could resign myself to being what I was, and then endeavour to survive on those terms.

Everything had a battered, trampled-on look, as though the place had just been visited by some large violent animal.

One way of feeling infallible is not to keep a diary

Oranges and lemons,' say the bells of St Clement's, 'You owe me three farthings,' say the bells of St Martin's, 'When will you pay me?' say the bells of Old Bailey, 'When I grow rich,' say the bells of Shoreditch.   'You

Yönetmek ve yönetimini sürekli k?lmak istiyorsan, gerçeklik duygusunu yolundan ç?karacaks?n. Çünkü yönetmenin s?rr?, bir yandan kendinin yan?lmazl???na inan?rken, bir yandan da geçmiÅŸteki hatalar?ndan ders ç?karabilmektedir.

That was what the Army did to you. It turned you into an imitation gentleman and gave you a fixed idea that there'd always be a bit of money coming from somewhere.

If you are a man, Winston, you are the last man. Your kind is extinct; we are the inheritors. Do you understand that you are alone? You are outside history, you are non-existent.

Perhaps the Party was rotten under the surface, its cult of strenuousness and self-denial simply a sham concealing iniquity.

If he were allowed to contact with foreigners he would discover that they are creatures similar to himself and that most of what he has been told about them is lies.

She also stirred a sort of envy in him by telling him that during the Two Minutes Hate her great difficulty was to avoid bursting out laughing. But she only questioned the teachings of the Party when they in some way touched upon her own life. Often she was ready to accept the official mythology, simply because the difference between truth and falsehood did not seem important to her.

Society is wrong somewhere at the root.

And the people under the sky were also very much the same—everywhere, all over the world, hundreds of thousands of millions of people just like this, people ignorant of one another's existence, held apart by walls of hatred and lies, and yet almost exactly the same—people who had never learned to think but who were storing up in their hearts and bellies and muscles the power that would one day overturn the world.