Quotes from George Orwell

Perché non gridavano mai così contro le cose che contavano?

but it is also necessary that he should be a credulous and ignorant fanatic whose prevailing moods are fear, hatred, adulation and orgiastic triumph. In other words it is necessary that he should have the mentality appropriate to a state of war. It does not matter whether the war is actually happening, and, since no decisive victory is possible, it does not matter whether the war is going well or badly. All that is needed is that a state of war should exist.

to a time when thought is free, when men are different from one another and do not live alone—to a time when truth exists and what is done cannot be undone:

You will have to get used to living without results and without hope. You will work for a while, you will be caught, you will confess, and then you will die. Those are the only results you will ever see. There is no possibility that any perceptible change will happen within our lifetime. We are the dead. Our only true life is in the future. We shall take part in it as handfuls of dust and splinters of bone. But how far away that future may be, there is no knowing.

The problem was how to keep the wheels of industry turning without increasing the real wealth of the world. Goods must be produced, but they must not be distributed.

Day and night the telescreens bruised your ears with statistics proving that people today had more food, more clothes, better houses, better recreations - that they lived longer, worked shorter hours, were bigger, healthier, stronger, happier, more intelligent, better educated, than the people of fifty years ago. Not a word of it could ever be proved or disproved.

Como era fácil! Bastava render-se, que tudo o mais vinha em seguida. Era como nadar contra uma correnteza que empurrasse a pessoa para trás, por mais força que a pessoa fizesse, e depois de repente decidir virar para o outro lado e deixar-se levar pela correnteza em vez de opor-se a ela. Nada se alterara, exceto sua própria atitude; fosse como fosse, o que estava predestinado sempre acontecia.

Like all man who have lived much alone, he adjusted himself better to ideas than to people.

The ruling groups were always infected to some extent by liberal ideas, and were content to leave loose ends everywhere, to regard only the overt act, and to be uninterested in what their subjects were thinking. Even the Catholic Church of the Middle Ages was tolerant by modern standards. Part

the Party holds to be the truth, is truth. It is impossible to see reality except by looking through the eyes of the Party. That is the fact that you have got to relearn, Winston. It

In un regime la memoria è colpa.

In the past the Middle had made revolutions under the banner of equality, and then had established a fresh tyranny as soon as the old one was overthrown.

In our society, those who have the best knowledge of what is happening are also those who are furthest from seeing the world as it is. In general, the greater the understanding, the greater the delusion: the more intelligent, the less sane.

A man who would write the same book twice could not even write it once.

He held up the fingers of his left hand, with the thumb concealed. - There are five fingers there. Do you see five fingers? - Yes.

theyll shoot me i dont care theyll shoot me in the back of the neck i dont care down with big brother they always shoot you in the back of the neck i dont care down with big brother—

The first thing you must realize is that power is collective.

people ignorant of one another's existence, held apart by walls of hatred and lies, and yet almost exactly the same—people

It was like a single equation with two unknowns. It might very well be that literally every word in the history books, even the things that one accepted without question, was pure fantasy.

Le sorprendía que momentos de aguda crisis no debemos luchar contra un enemigo exterior sino contra nuestro propio cuerpo.

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

It says, 'No animal shall sleep in a bed with sheets,'' she announced finally.

Everything in our age conspires to turn the writer, and every other kind of artist as well, into a minor official, working on themes handed to [him] from above and never telling what seems to him the whole of the truth. But in struggling against this fate he gets no help from his own side: that is, there is no large body of opinion which will assure him that he is in the right.

I am twelve years old and have had over four hundred children. Such is the natural life of a pig. But no animal escapes the cruel knife i