But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.
War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.
The best books... are those that tell you what you know already.
Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.
It's a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.
The paperweight was the room he was in, and the coral was Julia's life and his own, fixed in a sort of eternity at the heart of the crystal.
She's beautiful,' he murmured. 'She's a metre across the hips, easily,' said Julia. 'That is her style of beauty,' said Winston.
That is her style of beauty.
Beyond the late Fifties everything faded. When there were no external records that you could refer to, even the outline of your own life lost its sharpness. You remembered huge events which had quite probably not happened, you remembered the details ...
Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn't matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal.
I have not betrayed Julia.
Sometimes they threaten you with something - something you can't stand up to, can't even think about. And then you say, "Don't do it to me, do it to somebody else, do it to So-and-so." And perhaps you might pretend, afterwards, that it was only a tri...
The best books, he perceived, are those that tell you what you know already.” ― George Orwell, 1984.
If the Party could thrust its hand into the past and say of this or that event, —that, surely, was more terrifying than mere torture and death.
Day by day and almost minute by minute the past was brought up to date.
The dark-haired girl behind Winston had begun crying out: 'Swine! Swine! Swine!', and suddenly she picked up a heavy Newspeak dictionary and flung it at the screen.
Nearly all children nowadays were horrible. What was worst of all was that by means of such organizations as the Spies they were systematically turned into ungovernable little savages, and yet this produced in them no tendency whatever to rebel again...
It was somehow slightly frightening, like the gambolling of tiger cubs which will soon grow up into man-eaters.
