Freedom is Slavery
“We are the dead,” he said. (135)
If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face – forever. (267)
Nothing exists except an endless present in which the Party is always right. (155)
There were fear, hatred, and pain,
but no dignity of emotion, or deep or complex sorrows. (30)
Life, if you looked about you, bore no resemblance not only to the lies that streamed out of the telescreens,
but even to the ideals that the Party was trying to achieve. (73-73)
The sacred principles of Ingsoc
Newspeak, doublethink, the mutability of the past. (26)
Every sound you made was overheard, and, except in darkness, every moment scrutinized. (3)
To dissemble your feelings, to control your face, to do what everyone else was doing,
was an instinctive reaction. (17)
To hang on from day to day and from week to week, spinning out a present that had no future,
seemed an unconquerable instinct,
just as one’s lungs will always draw the next breath so long as there is air available. (152)
BIG BROTHER IS WATCHING YOU (2)
He led a ghostlike existence (150)
Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimeters inside your skull. (27)
If both the past and the external world exist only in the mind,
and if the mind itself is controllable
– what then? (80)
The past… had not merely been altered, it had been actually destroyed.
For how could you establish even the most obvious fact
when there existed no record outside your own memory? (35)
Reality is inside the skull (265)
Whatever happens in all minds, truly happens. (278)
The Party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears.
It was their final, most essential command. (81)
He seemed not merely to have lost the power of expressing himself,
but even to have forgotten what it was that he had originally intended to say. (7)
He continued to feel a peculiar uneasiness, which had fear mixed up in it as well as hostility… (10)
He had committed… the essential crime that contained all others in itself.
Thoughtcrime… (19)
For the first time he perceived that if you want to keep a secret you must also hide it from yourself. (281)
Even now, of course, there’s no reason or excuse for committing thoughtcrime.
It’s merely a question of self-discipline, reality-control. (52)
No one who had once fallen into the hands of the Thought Police ever escaped in the end.
They were corpses waiting to be sent back to the grave. (76)
Nobody ever escaped detection, and nobody ever failed to confess. (103)
Thoughtcrime does not entail death: thoughtcrime is death. (28)
Now that he recognized himself as a dead man it became important to stay alive as long as possible. (28)
The clever thing was to break the rules and stay alive all the same. (131)
Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows. (81)
He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear. (27)
But it had become the element he swam in. It was his life, his death, and his resurrection. (294)
Anything that hinted at corruption always filled him with a wild hope. (125)
… curiously savage… (16)
It was as though they were intentionally stepping nearer to their graves. (140)
Everything faded away into a shadow-world in which, finally,
even the date of the year had become uncertain. (41)
It struck him… (102)
“You are the dead,” said an iron voice… (221)
…the black panic took hold of him.
He was blind, helpless, mindless. (286)
…the eyes were fierce and watchful (271)
For an instant he was insane, a screaming animal. (286)
…hour after hour, tripping him up, laying traps for him, twisting everything he said,
convicting him at every step of lies and self –contradiction… (241)
…but the aim of this was simply to humiliate him and destroy his power of arguing and reasoning. (241)
Obedience is not enough (266)
“You are rotting away… A bag of filth…” (272)
A bowed, gray-colored, skeletonlike thing (271) …extinct eyes (295)
“You do not exist” (259)
In the face of pain there are no heroes (239)
It struck him that in moments of crisis one is never fighting against an external enemy
but always against one’s own body (102)
…all the fight gone out of him… (237) he hardly knew why he had ever rebelled (278)
The past was dead, the future was unimaginable (26)
He was still recognizable, but he was not the same person any longer. (224)
Much had changed in him since the first day in the Ministry of Love,
but the final, indispensable, healing change had never happened, until this moment (297)
Almost unconsciously he traced with is finger in the dust on the table: 2+2=5 (290)
O cruel, needless misunderstanding! (297)
The long-hoped-for bullet was entering his brain. (297)
He loved Big Brother. (298)