316 Quotes About Dystopia

Peter looks up again, though he doesn't seem to see what's truly in front of him. No, he's watching something from years ago, watching another boy being taken away like the one I watched today.

How many fingers, Winston?''Four. I suppose there are four. I would see five if I could. I am trying to see five.''Which do you wish: to persuade me that you see five, or really to see them?''Really to see them.

I flinch. I suppose the words only hurt because they're coming from him. I turn away and get out of the truck. As I make my way up the yard, I hear Peter calling me. I hear the passenger door slam and his hurried footsteps behind me. I feel his touch on my arm as he stops me before I can climb the three steps of the porch. I don't turn to face him. I can feel the stupid tears welling up in my eyes.

You can take a lot away from a person - money, job, intellectual stimulation, whatever. You can take her words, even, without changing the essence of her.Take away camaraderie, though, and we’re talking about something different.

...how could they let insane people gain control of devices that could do so much harm? If you knew a man was out of his mind, you restrained him. You didn't give him power.

I think.. I just want to look different.'...'Is that ridiculous?'Priyanka came toward me, her expression contemplative.'No, it's not. The only way to live is by following whatever message your heart is beating out for you.''Did you read that on a greeting card?' I asked.'No, on some kind of medication ad,' she admitted, 'but it doesn't make it any less true.'I turned back to the mirror and picked up the scissors again.

...Liam had been in the driver's seat, singing along to Derek and the Dominos' "Layla" at the top of his lungs, so off-key that it had even Chubs laughing. Zu had been sitting right behind him, moving in time with the music, her entire body rocking out to the wailing electric guitar...

Most of the faces around us were young but not teenagers. A good portion of the country's universities and colleges had been temporarily shut down due to lack of funding, but if a few still had money left, I guess Harvard would have been one of them. WE ARE YOUR TIRED, YOUR POOR, YOUR HUDDLED MASSES. . . read the sign next to me.

The books I was given to learn from were about a boy and a girl called Dick and Jane. The books were very old, and the pictures had been altered at Ardua Hall. Jane wore long skirts and sleeves, but you could tell from the places where the paint had been applied that her skirt had once been above her knees and her sleeves had ended above her elbows. Her hair had once been uncovered.