George Orwell Quotes About Feelings

Quotes about: Feelings

• The process [of mass-media deception] has to be conscious, or it would not be carried out with sufficient precision, but it also has to be unconscious, or it would bring with it a feeling of falsity and hence of guilt.... To tell deliberate lies while genuinely believing in them, to forget any fact that has become inconvenient, and then, when it becomes necessary again, to draw it back from oblivion for just so long as it is needed, to deny the existence of objective reality and all the while to take account of the reality which one denies all this is indispensably necessary.

  George Orwell

  Truth, Lying, Believe

• It is a feeling of relief, almost of pleasure, at knowing yourself at last genuinely down and out. You have talked so often of going to the dogs - and well, here are the dogs, and you have reached them, and you can stand it. It takes off a lot of anxiety.

  George Orwell

  Dog, Knowing, Anxiety

  George Orwell (2012). “Down and Out in Paris and London”, p.14, Lulu.com

• The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity.

  George Orwell

  Romantic, Hair, Smell

  George Orwell, A.M. Heath (2003). “Animal Farm and 1984”, p.234, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• 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.

  George Orwell

  Love, Betrayal, Real

  George Orwell, A.M. Heath (2003). “Animal Farm and 1984”, p.259, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• 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

  Laughter, Integrity, Joy

  George Orwell (2016). “1984”, p.292, ENRICH CULTURE GROUP LIMITED

• Her feelings were her own, and could not be altered from outside. It would not have occurred to her that an action which is ineffectual thereby becomes meaningless. If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.

  George Orwell

  Love, Romantic, Giving

  George Orwell (2016). “1984”, p.190, ENRICH CULTURE GROUP LIMITED

• Facts, at any rate, could not be kept hidden. They could be tracked down by inquiry, they could be squeezed out of you by torture. But if the object was not to stay alive but to stay human, what difference did it ultimately make? They could not alter your feelings, for that matter you could not alter them yourself, even if you wanted to. They could lay bare in the utmost detail everything that you had done or said or thought; but the inner heart, whose workings were mysterious even to yourself, remained impregnable.

  George Orwell

  Heart, Differences, Feelings

• He wondered vaguely whether in the abolished past it had been a normal experience to lie in bed like this, in the cool of a summer evening, a man and a woman with no clothes on, making love when they chose, talking of what they chose, not feeling any compulsion to get up, simply lying there and listening to peaceful sounds outside. Surely there could never have been a time when that seemed ordinary?

  George Orwell

  Summer, Lying, Past

  George Orwell, A.M. Heath (2003). “Animal Farm and 1984”, p.238, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards.

  George Orwell

  Birthday, Trust, Eight

  George Orwell (1970). “A Collection of Essays”, p.44, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• When one watches some tired hack on the platform mechanically repeating the familiar phrases - bestial atrocities, iron heel, blood-stained tyranny, free peoples of the world, stand shoulder to shoulder - one often has a curious feeling that one is not watching a live human being but some kind of dummy, the appropriate noises are coming out of his larynx, but his brain is not involved

  George Orwell

  Tired, Blood, Iron

• Prolonged, indiscriminate reviewing of books is a quite exceptionally thankless, irritating and exhausting job. It not only involves praising trash but constantly inventing reactions towards books about which one has no spontaneous feeling whatever.

  George Orwell

  Jobs, Book, Feelings

  George Orwell, Keith Gessen (2009). “All Art Is Propaganda: Critical Essays”, p.289, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• I had the lonely child's habit of making up stories and holding conversations with imaginary persons, and I think from the very start my literary ambitions were mixed up with the feeling of being isolated and undervalued. I knew that I had a facility with words and a power of facing unpleasant facts, and I felt that this created a sort of private world in which I could get my own back for my failure in everyday life.

  George Orwell

  Lonely, Children, Ambition

  George Orwell (1970). “A Collection of Essays”, p.309, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• The men who were well enough to stand had moved across the carriage to cheer the Italians as they went past. A crutch waved out of the window; bandaged forearms made the Red Salute. It was like an allegorical picture of war; the trainload of fresh men gliding proudly up the line, the maimed men sliding slowly down, and all the while the guns on the open trucks making one's heart leap as guns always do, and reviving that pernicious feeling, so difficult to get rid of, that war *is* glorious after all.

  George Orwell

  Cheer, War, Heart

  George Orwell (2016). “Homage to Catalonia / Down and Out in Paris and London”, p.203, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt

• It's a wonderful feeling to have a niece like you
  Because you are always so dear
  You are so dear no matter the year
  But all throughout each day of the year
  There could hardly be a town in the South of England where you
  could throw a brick without hitting the niece of a bishop.

  George Orwell

  Niece, Years, Feelings

• A plongeur is a slave, and a wasted slave, doing stupid and largely unnecessary work. He is kept at work, ultimately, because of a vague feeling that he would be dangerous if he had leisure. And educated people, who should be on his side, acquiesce in the process, because they know nothing about him and consequently are afraid of him.

  George Orwell

  Fear, Stupid, People

  George Orwell (2012). “Down and Out in Paris and London”, p.86, Lulu.com

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