George Orwell, pen name of Eric Arthur Blair

George
Orwell, pen name of Eric Arthur Blair
1903
1950

English Author and Journalist, known for books "Animal Farm", and "Nineteen Eighty Four"

Author Quotes

To the future or to the past, 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: From the age of uniformity, from the age of solitude, from the age of Big Brother, from the age of doublethink — greetings!

Up there, comrades, he would say solemnly, pointing to the sky with his large beak– up there, just on the other side of that dark cloud that you can see– there it lies, Sugarcandy Mountain, that happy country where we poor animals shall rest for ever from our labors! He even claimed to have been there on one of his higher flights, and to have seen the everlasting fields of clover and the linseed cake and lump sugar growing on the hedges. Many of the animals believed him. Their lives now, they reasoned, were hungry and laborious; was it not right and just that a better world should exist somewhere else?

We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it.

What he realized, and more clearly as time went on, was that money-worship has been elevated into a religion. Perhaps it is the only real religion-the only felt religion-that is left to us. Money is what God used to be. Good and evil have no meaning any longer except failure and success. Hence the profoundly significant phrase, to make good. The decalogue has been reduced to two commandments. One for the employers-the elect, the money priesthood as it were- 'Thou shalt make money'; the other for the employed- the slaves and underlings'- 'Thou shalt not lose thy job.' It was about this time that he came across The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists and read about the starving carpenter who pawns everything but sticks to his aspidistra. The aspidistra became a sort of symbol for Gordon after that. The aspidistra, the flower of England! It ought to be on our coat of arms instead of the lion and the unicorn. There will be no revolution in England while there are aspidistras in the windows.

When the white man turns tyrant, it is his own freedom that he destroys.

Winston was gelatinous with fatigue.

You could say the more expensive the food is, the more sweat and saliva to be eaten.

To the well-fed it seems cowardly to complain of tight boots, because the well-fed live in a different world-a world where, if your boots are tight, you can change them; their minds are not warped by petty discomfort. But below a certain income the petty crowds the large out of existence; one's preoccupation is not with art or religion, but with bad food, hard beds, drudgery and the sack. Serenity is impossible to a poor man in a cold country and even his active thoughts will go in more or less sterile complaint.

War against a foreign country only happens when the moneyed classes think they are going to profit from it.

We may be together for another six months—a year—there’s no knowing. At the end we’re certain to be apart. Do you realize how utterly alone we shall be?

What is not hereditary cannot be permanent.

When we look to the distant past to see human beings are installed in specific situations and places fixed and personal qualities.

Winston was imagined that the best books are those that tell you what you already know.

You do not own anything, apart from a few cubic centimeters of your skull.

To these people the war is simply a continuous calamity which sweeps to and fro over their bodies like a tidal wave. Which side is winning is a matter of complete indifference to them. They are aware that a change of overlordship means simply that they will be doing the same work as before for new masters who treat them in the same manner as the old ones.

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 may find in the long run that tinned food is a deadlier weapon than the machine-gun.

What is to be expected of them is not treachery, or physical cowardice, but stupidity, unconscious sabotage, an infallible instinct for doing the wrong thing.

When you loved, loved it, and when we had nothing else to give, they gave her love.

WINSTON: I don't know - I don't care. Somehow you will fail. Something will defeat you. Life will defeat you. O'BRIAN: We control life, Winston, at all its levels. You are imagining that there is something called human nature which will be outraged by what we do and will turn against us. But we create human nature. Men are infinitely malleable. Or perhaps you have returned to your old idea that the proletarians or the slaves will arise and overthrow us. Put it out of your mind. They are helpless, like the animals. Humanity is the Party. The others are outside - irrelevant. WINSTON: I don't care. In the end they will beat you. Sooner or later they will see you for what you are, and then they will tear you to pieces. O'BRIAN: Do you see any evidence that this is happening? Or any reason why it should? WINSTON: No. I believe it. I know that you will fail. There is something in the universe - I don't know, some spirit, some principle - that you will never overcome. O'BRIAN: Do you believe in God, Winston? WINSTON: No. O'BRIAN: Then what is it, this principle that will defeat us? WINSTON: I don't know. The spirit of Man. O'BRIAN: And do you consider yourself a man? WINSTON: Yes. O'BRIAN: 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. His manner changed and he said more harshly:'And you consider yourself morally superior to us, with our lies and our cruelty?' WINSTON: Yes, I consider myself superior.'...You are the last man,' said O'Brien. 'You are the guardian of the human spirit.

You had to live - did live, from habit that became instinct - in the assumption that every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every moment scrutinized.

To walk through the ruined cities of Germany is to feel an actual doubt about the continuity of civilization.

War is not the original, but not necessarily that people do not need to destroy the products of human labor. War, more than the masses of people that will put at ease, so that the operation of tools and equipment for a long time too shattered to their heads, or the sending of the sea a way to send the stratosphere. ... The war occupation, in principle, always after you meet the needs of the people back to a simple Can be designed to consume the surplus.

We modify the language in the final version, which will have when no one else will speak. When finished, it will be people like you have to learn all over again. You might think that our main job is to invent new words. Absolutely not. We're destroying words - sea of words, hundreds a day. Otesáváme language to the bone. Eleventh Edition will not contain a single word that could become obsolete by 2050.

What is true today, it is true since time immemorial, and will remain so forever.

Author Picture
First Name
George
Last Name
Orwell, pen name of Eric Arthur Blair
Birth Date
1903
Death Date
1950
Bio

English Author and Journalist, known for books "Animal Farm", and "Nineteen Eighty Four"