Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.
     ― George Orwell,
  
    
      1984

Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all...

Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all...
Never again will you be capable of ordinary human feeling. Everything will be dead inside you. Never again will you be capable of love, or friendship, or joy of living, or laughter, or curiosity, or courage, or integrity. You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty and then we shall fill you with ourselves.
     ― George Orwell

Never again will you be capable of ordinary human feeling. Everything will be dead...

Never again will you be capable of ordinary human feeling. Everything will be dead inside you. Never again...
When you make love you're using up energy; and afterwards you feel happy and don't give a damn for anything. They can't bear you to feel like that. They want you to be bursting with energy all the time. All this marching up and down and cheering and waving flags is simply sex gone sour. If you're happy inside yourself, why should you get excited about Big Brother and the Three-Year Plans and the Two Minutes Hate and all the rest of their bloody rot?
     ― George Orwell,
  
    
      1984

When you make love you’re using up energy; and afterwards you feel happy and...

When you make love you're using up energy; and afterwards you feel happy and don't give a damn...
To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than others
     ― George orwell

To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving...

To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than...
But you could not have pure love or pure lust nowadays. No emotion was pure, because everything was mixed up with fear and hatred. Their embrace had been a battle, the climax a victory. It was a blow struck against the Party. It was a political act.
     ― George Orwell,
  
    
      1984

But you could not have pure love or pure lust nowadays. No emotion was...

But you could not have pure love or pure lust nowadays. No emotion was pure, because everything was...
Tragedy, he precieved, belonged to the ancient time, to a time when there were still privacy, love, and friendship, and when the members of a family stood by one another without needing to know the reason.
     ― George Orwell,
  
    
      1984

Tragedy, he precieved, belonged to the ancient time, to a time when there were...

Tragedy, he precieved, belonged to the ancient time, to a time when there were still privacy, love, and...
He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.
     ― George Orwell,
  
    
      1984

He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to...

He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of...
The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection, that one is sometimes willing to commit sins for the sake of loyalty, that one does not push asceticism to the point where it makes friendly intercourse impossible, and that one is prepared in the end to be defeated and broken up by life, which is the inevitable price of fastening one's love upon other human individuals.
     ― George Orwell,
  
    
      In Front of Your Nose: 1945-1950

The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection, that one...

The essence of being human is that one does not seek perfection, that one is sometimes willing to...
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 enjoyment of the process of life. All competing pleasures will be destroyed.
     ― George Orwell,
  
    
      1984

How does one man assert his power over another, Winston?Winston thought. By making him...

How does one man assert his power over another, Winston?Winston thought. By making him suffer, he said.Exactly. By...
So long as I remain alive and well I shall continue to feel strongly about prose style, to love the surface of the earth, and to take a pleasure in solid objects and scraps of useless information.
     ― George Orwell,
  
    
      Why I Write

So long as I remain alive and well I shall continue to feel strongly...

So long as I remain alive and well I shall continue to feel strongly about prose style, to...
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