George Orwell Quotes

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

All men are enemies. All animals are comrades

The distinguishing mark of man is the hand, the instrument with which he does all his mischief.

Stupidity was as necessary as intelligence, and as difficult to attain.

All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives lies a mystery. Writing a book is a long, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand.

The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.

Windmill or no windmill, he said, life would go on as it had always gone on — that is, badly.

The end was contained in the beginning.

Freedom is the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.

The great enemy of clear language is insincerity. When there is a gap between one’s real and one’s declared aims, one turns as it were instinctively to long words and exhausted idioms, like a cuttlefish spurting out ink.

He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear.

If liberty means anything at all it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.

وإذا استطاع المرء أن يشعر بأن بقاءه إنسانا هو أمر يستحق التضحية من أجله، حتى لو لم يُؤد ذلك إلى نتيجة، فإنه يكون قد ألحق بهم الهزيمة.

How does one man assert his power over another, Winston?“

Winston thought. “By making him suffer”, he said.

“Exactly. By making him suffer. Obedience is not enough. Unless he is suffering, how can you be sure that he is obeying your will and not his own? Power is in inflicting pain and humiliation. Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing. Do you begin to see, then, what kind of world we are creating? It is the exact opposite of the stupid hedonistic Utopias that the old reformers imagined. A world of fear and treachery is torment, a world of trampling and being trampled upon, a world which will grow not less but MORE merciless as it refines itself. Progress in our world will be progress towards more pain. The old civilizations claimed that they were founded on love or justice. Ours is founded upon hatred. In our world there will be no emotions except fear, rage, triumph, and self-abasement. Everything else we shall destroy – everything. Already we are breaking down the habits of thought which have survived from before the Revolution. We have cut the links between child and parent, and between man and man, and between man and woman. No one dares trust a wife or a child or a friend any longer. But in the future there will be no wives and no friends. Children will be taken from their mothers at birth, as one takes eggs from a hen. The sex instinct will be eradicated. Procreation will be an annual formality like the renewal of a ration card. We shall abolish the orgasm. Our neurologists are at work upon it now. There will be no loyalty, except loyalty towards the Party. There will be no love, except the love of Big Brother. There will be no laughter, except the laugh of triumph over a defeated enemy. There will be no art, no literature, no science. When we are omnipotent we shall have no more need of science. There will be no distinction between beauty and ugliness. There will be no curiosity, no enj

Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and overwork is abolished forever.