George Orwell Quotes

The spring rains woke the dormant tillers, and bright green shoots sprang from the moist earth and rose like sleepers stretching after a long nap. As spring gave way to summer, the bright green stalks darkened, became tan, turned golden brown. The days grew long and hot. Thick towers of swirling black clouds brought rain, and the brown stems glistened in the perpetual twilight that dwelled beneath the canopy. The wheat rose and the ripening heads bent in the prairie wind, a rippling curtain, an endless, undulating sea that stretched to the horizon.

I can't conceive of cooking in a sunny place like Florida because my motivation comes from the changing seasons. That's why I decided to live in New York.

There is no instance of a nation benefitting from prolonged warfare.

War contributes greatly to global warming, which shouldn't surprise us. All those bombs going off, all those rockets, all those planes and helicopters. All that fuel of various kinds being used. It pollutes the air and water of this very fragile and interconnected planet.

When I moved to the United States, I first went to California to be the chef at Campton Place. As much as I loved California, I really missed the seasons. So when I moved to New York, I had that again.

World War II brought the Greatest Generation together. Vietnam tore the Baby Boomers apart.

Nature would terminate the fevers by changing the seasons.

I get homesick for snow and for winter and for seasons and, really, for weather patterns. But L.A. has some of the best weather, so who can complain when it's 80 degrees and sunny?

It's a misconception that you don't have seasons in southern California. They are just very subtle. The vegetation is very different. Plants react differently. You just have to be a little more observant.

Each season was different and presented its own set of circumstances and challenges.

The season is very long.

War disorganizes, but it is to reorganize.

We aged a hundred years, and this happened in a single hour: the short summer had already died, the body of the ploughed plains smoked.

War is a dangerous teacher and physical victory leads often to a moral defeat.

Four seasons fill the measure of the year; there are four seasons in the minds of men.

I'm all soils west when the Earth lets go. I'm a thousand Julys.

... the spring, the summer, The chilling autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world By their increase, now knows not which is which.

One swallow maketh not summer.

And this is what we called our childhoods. Little more than a dress rehearsal for adding our digits to the butcher's bill of war.

Linus: It was a short summer, Charlie Brown. Charlie Brown: And it looks like it's gonna be a looong winter.

I believe that there is an urgent need to restructure the discussion of war to include the impact it has on women.

There are almost no characters in this story, and almost no dramatic confrontations, because most of the people in it are so sick and so much the listless playthings of enormous forces. One of the main effects of war, after all, is that people are discouraged from being characters.

It is war that wastes a nations wealth, chokes its industries, kills its flower, narrows its sympathies, condemns it to be governed by adventurers, and leaves the puny, deformed, and unmanly to breed the next generation.

If war is glorified, it tends to eclipse the policies it is meant to serve.