Book: One thousand nine hundred eighty four. Page 1

What is true now was true from everlasting to everlasting.

Only surrender, and everything else followed. It's like swimming against the current - no matter how we try, it'll take you back, and you suddenly decide to turn and go with the flow and not fight it.
Nothing had changed except your own attitude: what will be, will be.

He again looked around the room. Almost all people were ugly and will be ugly, even if you change.

When his father disappeared, his mother did not show any surprise or any violent grief, but a sudden change came over her. She seemed the life had gone. Even Winston could see that she was waiting for something inevitable. At home she continued to do all the work, cooked, cleaned, darned, made the bed, swept the floor, dusted, only very slowly and strangely, without a single superfluous motion, like an animated mannequin. Her large shapely body as if by itself into immobility. For hours she sat on the bed, perfectly still and was holding his little sister - small, painful, very quiet little girl two or three years, from thinness like the person in the monkey. Sometimes she would take Winston in her arms and had a long cuddle, not uttering a word. He knew, despite his age and selfishness, that it has something to do with the close and inevitable, what she never does.

The brotherhood cannot be wiped out because it is not an organization in the usual sense. Nothing holds it together except an idea which is indestructible.

There were always simpletons that were waiting to be fooled.

They were leaping round him, shouting: "Traitor!", "A thought-criminal!" and the girl imitated every movement. It was somehow slightly frightening, like the gambolling of tiger cubs which will soon grow up into man-eaters. In front of the boy was calculating cruelty, evident desire to hit or kick Winston and he knew that soon it would be his ability, with only a little growing up to do.

Just because I prefer action to inaction. In this game, which we are, can't win. Some kinds of failure are better than others - that's all.

He didn't know what happened to her. Ask it anywhere. Maybe it's out, maybe she killed herself, it could translate on the other end of Oceania: but the most probable and the worst - she just changed her mind and decided to avoid it.

In Newspeak there is word going samoset - meaning individualism and eccentricity.

It was his life, his death and his resurrection. Gin extinguished in it every night, glimpses of thoughts, and gin every morning and bring him back to life.

And then you can pretend to himself that it was only a trick, you said it just like that, just would have stopped and you really wanted to. Not true. When this happens, the desire you have is. You think of another way to escape no, you agree to save yourself that way. Do you want to do it with another person. And you don't care about his suffering. You only think about yourself.

The moment when you declared the war party, it is best to consider yourself a corpse.

Lonely Ghost, he proclaims a truth that nobody would ever hear. But while he says it, something in the world will not be interrupted. Not by making yourself heard, but that was normal keep you the heritage of man.