I knew a man who gave twenty years of his life to a scatterbrained woman, sacrificing everything to her, his friendships, his work, the very respectability of his life and who one evening recognized that he had never loved her. He had been bored, thats all, bored like most people. Hence he had made himself out of whole cloth a life full of complications and drama. Something must happen and that explains most human commitments. Something must happen even loveless slavery, even war or death.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
We don’t have the time to completely be ourselves. We only have the room to be happy.
Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to the present.
The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself.
People hasten to judge in order not to be judged themselves.
Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.
At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman.
Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth.
Heaven is not a place, and it is not a time. Heaven is being perfect. -And that isn’t flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn’t have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.
Don’t believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding. Find out what you already know and you will see the way to fly.
“Your whole body, from wingtip to wingtip,” Jonathan would say, other times, “is nothing more than your thought itself, in a form you can see. Break the chains of your thought, and you break the chains of your body, too.”
He was not bone and feather but a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all.
You have the freedom to be yourself, your true self, here and now, and nothing can stand in your way.
To fly as fast as thought, to anywhere that is, you must begin by knowing that you have already arrived.
You have to practice and see the real gull, the good in every one of them, and to help them see it in themselves.
That’s what I mean by love.
Overcome space, and all we have left is Here.
Overcome time, and all we have left is Now.
We choose our next world through what we learn in this one. Learn nothing, and the next world is the same as this one, all the same limitations and lead weights to overcome.
– quotes from “Jonathan Livingston Seagull” by Richard Bach
If you want to keep a secret,
you must also hide it from yourself.
If you want a picture of the future,
imagine a boot stamping on a human face — forever.
The choice for mankind lies between freedom and happiness and for the great bulk of mankind,
happiness is better.
The Party seeks power entirely for its own sake. We are not interested in the good of others; we are interested solely in power, pure power.
If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.
“You are a slow learner, Winston.” “How can I help it? How can I help but see what is in front of my eyes? Two and two are four.” “Sometimes, Winston. Sometimes they are five. Sometimes they are three. Sometimes they are all of them at once. You must try harder. It is not easy to become sane.”
“You’re only a rebel from the waist downwards,” he told her.
The Ministry of Peace concerns itself with war, the Ministry of Truth with lies, the Ministry of Love with torture and the Ministry of Plenty with starvation. These contradictions are not accidental, nor do they result from from ordinary hypocrisy: they are deliberate exercises in doublethink.
The consequences of every act
are included in the act itself.
It was possible, no doubt, to imagine a society in which wealth, in the sense of personal possessions and luxuries, should be evenly distributed, while power remained in the hands of a small privileged caste. But in practice such a society could not long remain stable. For if leisure and security were enjoyed by all alike, the great mass of human beings who are normally stupefied by poverty would become literate and would learn to think for themselves; and when once they had done this, they would sooner or later realise that the privileged minority had no function, and they would sweep it away. In the long run, a hierarchical society was only possible on a basis of poverty and ignorance.
Don’t you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought? In the end we shall make thoughtcrime literally impossible, because there will be no words in which to express it.
Stupidity was as necessary as intelligence, and as difficult to attain.
And if all others accepted the lie which the Party imposed— if all records told the same tale —
then the lie passed into history and became truth.
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 trick and that you just said it to make them stop and didn’t mean it. But that isn’t true. At the time when it happens you do mean it. You think there’s no other way of saving yourself, and you’re quite ready to save yourself that way. You WANT it to happen to the other person. You don’t give a damn what they suffer. All you care is yourself.
War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.
Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.
But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.
It’s a beautiful thing, the destruction of words.
Being in a minority, even in a minority of one,
did not make you mad.
There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world,
you were not mad.
We do not merely destroy our enemies; we change them.
If you can feel that staying human is worth while, even when it can’t have any result whatever, you’ve beaten them.
The masses never revolt of their own accord, and they never revolt merely because they are oppressed. Indeed, so long as they are not permitted to have standards of comparison, they never even become aware that they are oppressed.
To die hating them, that was freedom.
Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else. Not in the individual mind, which can make mistakes, and in any case soon perishes: only in the mind of the Party, which is collective and immortal.
The end was contained in the beginning.
The essential act of war is destruction, not necessarily of human lives, but of the products of human labour. War is a way of shattering to pieces, or pouring into the stratosphere, or sinking in the depths of the sea, materials which might otherwise be used to make the masses too comfortable, and hence, in the long run, too intelligent.
Tragedy, he percieved, 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.
He who controls the past controls the future. He who controls the present controls the past.
Doublethink means the power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one’s mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them.
For, after all, how do we know that two and two make four? Or that the force of gravity works? Or that the past is unchangeable? If both the past and the external world exist only in the mind, and if the mind itself is controllable – what then?
Orthodoxy means not thinking–not needing to think. Orthodoxy is unconsciousness.
The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power.
Until they became conscious they will never rebel, and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.
In the face of pain there are no heroes.
Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.
we know well that there is no transgression blacker than to do or think alone.
The Council of Scholars has said that we all know the things which exist and therefore all the things which are not known by all do not exist.
We have broken the law, but we have never doubted it. Yet now, as we walk the forest, we are learning to doubt.
And questions give us no rest. We must know that we may know.
Many words have been granted me, and some are wise, and some are false, but only three are holy: “I will it!”
The Golden One stopped suddenly and said: “We love you.” But then they frowned and shook their head and looked at us helplessly. “No,” they whispered, “that is not what we wished to say.” They were silent, then they spoke slowly, and their words were halting, like the words of a child learning to speak for the first time: “We are one… alone… and only… and we love you who are one… alone… and only.”