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lunes, 8 de marzo de 2021

Double-think...Think twice...




“Big Brother is Watching You.”― George Orwell, 1984





“Sanity is not statistical.”― George Orwell, 1984

Miguel de Unamuno: "El talento no está sujeto a comicio."


“Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimetres inside your skull. ”
― George Orwell, 1984




“We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.”― George Orwell, 1984




“But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.”
― George Orwell, 1984




"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.”
― George Orwell, 1984






“Reality exists in the human mind, and nowhere else.”
― George Orwell, 1984








“Doublethink means the power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one's mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them.”
― George Orwell, 1984

lunes, 1 de marzo de 2021

Words have power: Set me free!

 



“If there's a book that you want to read, 
but it hasn't been written yet, 
then you must write it.”  



“You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.” 



“Freeing yourself was one thing, claiming ownership of that freed self was another.” 




You think because he doesn't love you that you are worthless. You think that because he doesn't want you anymore that he is right - that his judgement and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you out, then you are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Don't. It's a bad word, 'belong.' Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn't be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can't even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, beacuse the clouds let him; they don't wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him. You can't own a human being. You can't lose what you don't own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don't, do you? And neither does he. You're turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can't value you more than you value yourself.”






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