Shmoop Quotes

Every life is many days, day after day. We walk through ourselves, meeting robbers, ghosts, giants, old men, young men, wives, widows, brothers-in-love, but always meeting ourselves.

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The big fish eat the little fish. That's all. The big fish eat the little fish and the ocean doesn't care.

Squealer conceals actual knowledge from the other animals by stuffing their heads full of false information – frivolous numbers and figures.

While the pigs use many different forms of deception and lies, it is their ability to alter the past in the minds of the animals that is their most powerful tool of control.

The maxim of "Four legs good, two legs bad," which ultimately serves as a controlling device, arises because of the ignorance of the working animals. Its simplicity allows it to be easily altered and manipulated.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints - I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

Goodbye Boxer and the Betrayal of the Proletariat (Working Class) Throughout Animal Farm, we’ve seen the pigs betray the principles of the Rebellion over and over again. Yet no betrayal is quite so poignant as what happens after Boxer’s lung collapses.

Orwell’s fable demonstrates how Stalinism gained hold in Russia, but says much less about what allowed it to gain hold. At some times, it seems like it’s the stupidity and gullibility of the other animals on the farm.

if liberty means anything at all, it means telling people what they do not want to hear” (Preface to the UK edition).

It doesn't have to be terribly prolific! Just so that it isn't childish and silly." She reflected. "I prefer stories about squalor." "About what?" I said, leaning forward. "Squalor. I'm extremely interested in squalor.

We see here a battle of two philosophies of forgiveness: can forgiveness only happen publicly, or is forgiveness more of a private matter between an individual and his god?