George Quotes

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.

It is never too late to be what you might have been.

Life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.

The reason I talk to myself is because I’m the only one whose answers I accept.

... a mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge.

Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.

If you don't know where you're going, any road'll take you there

This life’s hard, but it’s harder if you’re stupid.

You haven't got a letter on yours," George observed. "I suppose she thinks you don't forget your name. But we're not stupid-we know we're called Gred and Forge.

Who controls the past controls the future. Who controls the present controls the past.

Sleep is good, he said, and books are better.

The planet is fine. The people are fucked.

You're a prefect? Oh Ronnie! That's everyone in the family!" "What are Fred and I? Next door neighbors?

The thing about growing up with Fred and George," said Ginny thoughtfully, "is that you sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve.

In a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.

A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.

Make it a rule never to give a child a book you would not read yourself.

Here's all you have to know about men and women: women are crazy, men are stupid. And the main reason women are crazy is that men are stupid.

All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.

Bran thought about it. 'Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?' 'That is the only time a man can be brave,' his father told him.

War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength.

Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.

Fear cuts deeper than swords.

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

How do you feel, Georgie?" whispered Mrs. Weasley. George's fingers groped for the side of his head. "Saintlike," he murmured. "What's wrong with him?" croaked Fred, looking terrified. "Is his mind affected?" "Saintlike," repeated George, opening his eyes and looking up at his brother. "You see...I'm HOLEY, Fred, geddit?

The best books... are those that tell you what you know already.

Every generation imagines itself to be more intelligent than the one that went before it, and wiser than the one that comes after it.

Fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.

You see things; you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say 'Why not?

The reasonable man adapts himself to the world: the unreasonable one persists in trying to adapt the world to himself. Therefore all progress depends on the unreasonable man.

If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you.

Have you ever noticed that anybody driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone going faster than you is a maniac?

Now, you two – this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you've – you've blown up a toilet or –" "Blown up a toilet? We've never blown up a toilet." "Great idea though, thanks, Mum.

That's why they call it the American Dream, because you have to be asleep to believe it.

The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.

Winter is coming.

May the forces of evil become confused on the way to your house.

Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large groups.

If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness.

And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.

Hello, Harry" said George, beaming at him. "We thought we heard your dulcet tones." "You don't want to bottle up your anger like that, Harry, let it all out," said Fred, also beaming. "There might be a couple of people fifty miles away who didn't hear you.

When you play a game of thrones you win or you die.

What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult for each other?

Animals are my friends...and I don't eat my friends.

Give her hell from us, Peeves.

The most effective way to destroy people is to deny and obliterate their own understanding of their history.

When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives.

Nothing great in the world was accomplished without passion.

But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought.

Those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.

If everybody is thinking alike, then somebody isn't thinking.

If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—for ever.

Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it.

The earth has its music for those who will listen

We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness.

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen.

Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that.

It is better to offer no excuse than a bad one.

If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?

I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It's so fuckin' heroic.

Doublethink means the power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one's mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them.

The grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.

The main reason Santa is so jolly is because he knows where all the bad girls live.

People often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it's served up.

Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what's on the other side?

Some people see things that are and ask, Why? Some people dream of things that never were and ask, Why not? Some people have to go to work and don't have time for all that.

If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear.

In secret we met In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive.

The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. If you would take a man's life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. And if you cannot bear to do that, then perhaps the man does not deserve to die.

Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.

Meow” means “woof” in cat.

Men are from Earth, women are from Earth. Deal with it.

Political language is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give an appearance of solidity to pure wind.

Religion is like a pair of shoes.....Find one that fits for you, but don't make me wear your shoes.

Until they become conscious they will never rebel, and until after they have rebelled they cannot become conscious.

Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you.

It's hard to beat a person who never gives up.

The best mirror is an old friend.

Think of how stupid the average person is, and realize half of them are stupider than that.

He - and if there is a God, I am convinced he is a he, because no woman could or would ever fuck things up this badly.

Religion has actually convinced people that there's an invisible man living in the sky who watches everything you do, every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a special list of ten things he does not want you to do. And if you do any of these ten things, he has a special place, full of fire and smoke and burning and torture and anguish, where he will send you to live and suffer and burn and choke and scream and cry forever and ever 'til the end of time! But He loves you. He loves you, and He needs money! He always needs money! He's all-powerful, all-perfect, all-knowing, and all-wise, somehow just can't handle money!

And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things.

I have never been convinced there's anything inherently wrong in having fun.

Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.

I will hurt you for this. I don't know how yet, but give me time. A day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid.

To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved.

If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love.

Don't be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible. Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end, amen.

What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms . . . or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

It's being here now that's important. There's no past and there's no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can't relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don't know if there is one.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told that I am loved. I am not sure that you are of the same mind. But the realm of silence is large enough beyond the grave. This is the world of light and speech, and I shall take leave to tell you that you are very dear.

The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real ... for a moment at least ... that long magic moment before we wake. Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true? We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La. They can keep their heaven. When I die, I'd sooner go to middle Earth.

We're so self-important. So arrogant. Everybody's going to save something now. Save the trees, save the bees, save the whales, save the snails. And the supreme arrogance? Save the planet! Are these people kidding? Save the planet? We don't even know how to take care of ourselves; we haven't learned how to care for one another. We're gonna save the fuckin' planet? . . . And, by the way, there's nothing wrong with the planet in the first place. The planet is fine. The people are fucked! Compared with the people, the planet is doin' great. It's been here over four billion years . . . The planet isn't goin' anywhere, folks. We are! We're goin' away. Pack your shit, we're goin' away. And we won't leave much of a trace. Thank God for that. Nothing left. Maybe a little Styrofoam. The planet will be here, and we'll be gone. Another failed mutation; another closed-end biological mistake.

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete... Remember, to spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person might not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

Now I will tell you the answer to my question. It is this. 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. What pure power means you will understand presently. We are different from the oligarchies of the past in that we know what we are doing. All the others, even those who resembled ourselves, were cowards and hypocrites. The German Nazis and the Russian Communists came very close to us in their methods, but they never had the courage to recognize their own motives. They pretended, perhaps they even believed, that they had seized power unwillingly and for a limited time, and that just around the corner there lay a paradise where human beings would be free and equal. We are not like that. We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it. Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power. Now you begin to understand me.

People say, 'I'm going to sleep now,' as if it were nothing. But it's really a bizarre activity. 'For the next several hours, while the sun is gone, I'm going to become unconscious, temporarily losing command over everything I know and understand. When the sun returns, I will resume my life.' If you didn't know what sleep was, and you had only seen it in a science fiction movie, you would think it was weird and tell all your friends about the movie you'd seen. They had these people, you know? And they would walk around all day and be OK? And then, once a day, usually after dark, they would lie down on these special platforms and become unconscious. They would stop functioning almost completely, except deep in their minds they would have adventures and experiences that were completely impossible in real life. As they lay there, completely vulnerable to their enemies, their only movements were to occasionally shift from one position to another; or, if one of the 'mind adventures' got too real, they would sit up and scream and be glad they weren't unconscious anymore. Then they would drink a lot of coffee.' So, next time you see someone sleeping, make believe you're in a science fiction movie. And whisper, 'The creature is regenerating itself.