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George Orwell Quotes - Page 31

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The men who were well enough to stand had moved across the carriage to cheer the Italians as they went past. A crutch waved out of the window; bandaged forearms made the Red Salute. It was like an allegorical picture of

The men who were well enough to stand had moved across the carriage to cheer the Italians as they went past. A crutch waved out of the window; bandaged forearms made the Red Salute. It was like an allegorical picture of war; the trainload of fresh men gliding proudly up the line, the maimed men sliding slowly down, and all the while the guns on the open trucks making one's heart leap as guns always do, and reviving that pernicious feeling, so difficult to get rid of, that war *is* glorious after all.

Cheer, War, Heart

George Orwell (2016). “Homage to Catalonia / Down and Out in Paris and London”, p.203, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

What is not hereditary cannot be permanent.

Permanent, Hereditary

George Orwell (2014). “1984”, p.160, Arcturus Publishing

What happens to you here is forever.

Forever, Happens

George Orwell (1983). “1984”, p.551, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

His whole mind and body seemed to be afflicted with an unbearable sensitivity, a sort of transparency, which made every movement, every sound, every contact, every word that he had to speak or listen to, an agony. Even in sleep he could not altogether escape form her image.

Sleep, Agony, Mind

George Orwell, A.M. Heath (2003). “Animal Farm and 1984”, p.208, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

There is no test of literary merit except survival, which is itself an index to majority opinion.

Literary Merit, Survival, Majority

George Orwell, Keith Gessen (2009). “All Art Is Propaganda: Critical Essays”, p.320, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me: There lie they, and here lie we Under the spreading chestnut tree.

Lying, Nuts, Tree

Nineteen Eighty-Four pt. 1, ch. 7 (1949)

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

Said Life, Gone, Goes On

George Orwell, A.M. Heath (2003). “Animal Farm and 1984”, p.48, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

So long as human beings stay human, death and life are the same thing.

Long, Life And Death, Humans

George Orwell (2003). “1984”, Plume Books

It is also true that one can write nothing readable unless one constantly struggles to efface one's own personality. Good prose is like a windowpane.

Struggle, Writing, Personality

George Orwell (2009). “Facing Unpleasant Facts: Narrative Essays”, p.231, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

It [England] is a family in which the young are generally thwarted and most of the power is in the hands of irresponsible uncles and bedridden aunts.

Uncles, Aunt, Hands

George Orwell (2009). “Facing Unpleasant Facts: Narrative Essays”, p.125, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

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. And in practice the only way of achieving this was by continuous warfare.

Real, Practice, Warfare

George Orwell, A.M. Heath (2003). “Animal Farm and 1984”, p.282, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

I suppose there is no place in the world where snobbery is quite so ever-present or where it is cultivated in such refined and subtle forms as in an English public school. Here at least one cannot say that English ‘education’ fails to do its job. You forget your Latin and Greek within a few months of leaving school — I studied Greek for eight or ten years, and now, at thirty-three, I cannot even repeat the Greek alphabet — but your snobbishness, unless you persistently root it out like the bindweed it is, sticks by you till your grave.

Jobs, Latin, School

George Orwell, Ian Angus, Sheila Davison (1986). “The Complete Works of George Orwell: The road to Wigan Pier”

[You write out of the] desire to seem clever, to be talked about, to be remembered after death, etc., etc., etc. It is humbug to pretend this is not a motive and a strong one.

Strong, Clever, Writing

And it is a great thing to die in your own bed, though it is better still to die in your boots.

Bed, Boots, Great Things

George Orwell (2009). “Facing Unpleasant Facts: Narrative Essays”, p.243, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

Until one has some kind of professional relationship with books, one does not discover how bad the majority of them are.

Book, Majority, Doe

George Orwell, Ian Angus, Sheila Davison (1998). “The Complete Works of George Orwell: Smothered under journalism, 1946”

Winston could not definitely remember a time when his country had not been at war...war had literally been continuous, though strictly speaking it had not always been the same war. The enemy of the moment always represented absolute evil.

Country, War, Evil

There will be no curiosity, no enjoyment of the process of life. All competing pleasures will be destroyed. But always— do not forget this, Winston— always there will be the intoxication of power, constantly increasing and constantly growing subtler. Always, at every moment, there will be the thrill of victory, the sensation of trampling on an enemy who is helpless. If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face— forever.

Forever, Enemy, Victory

George Orwell, Michael Sherborne (2005). “Nineteen eighty-four, [by] George Orwell”

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