Brave New World Quotes

“راز سعادت و فضیلت در همین نهفته است: دوست داشتن کاری که باید انجام بدهی”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“In spite of their sadness - because of it, even; for their sadness was the symptom of their love for one another - the three young men were happy.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.”

“In fact,” said Mustapha Mond, “you’re claiming the right to be unhappy.”

“All right then,” said the Savage defiantly, “I’m claiming the right to be unhappy.”

“Not to mention the right to grow old and ugly and impotent; the right to have syphilis and cancer; the right to have too little to eat; the right to be lousy; the right to live in constant apprehension of what may happen to-morrow; the right to catch typhoid; the right to be tortured by unspeakable pains of every kind.”

There was a long silence.

“I claim them all,” said the Savage at last.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“Lenina shook her head. "Somehow," she mused, "I hadn't been feeling very keen on promiscuity lately. There are times when one doesn't. Haven't you found that too, Fanny?”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“He squeezed her limp hand almost with violence, as though he would force her to come back from this dream of ignoble pleasures, from these base and hateful memories_back into the present, back into reality: the appalling present, the awful reality_but sublime, but significant, but desperately important precisely because of the imminence of that which made them so fearful.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“That horrible Benito Hoover! And yet the man had meant well enough. Which only made it, in a way, much worse. Those who meant well behaved in the same way as those who meant badly.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“From the bathroom came an unpleasant and characteristic sound.

"Is there anything the matter?" Helmholtz called. There was no answer. The unpleasant sound was repeated, twice; there was silence. Then, with a click the bathroom door opened and, very pale, the Savage emerged.

"I say," Helmholtz exclaimed solicitously, "you do look ill, John!"

"Did you eat something that didn't agree with you?" asked Bernard.

The Savage nodded. "I ate civilization."

"What?"

"It poisoned me; I was defiled. And then," he added, in a lower tone, "I ate my own wickedness."

"Yes, but what exactly? ... I mean, just now you were ..."

"Now I am purified," said the Savage. "I drank some mustard and warm water.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“But God doesn't change."
"Men do, though."
"What difference does that make?"
"All the difference in the world.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“راز سعادت و فضیلت در این نهفته است: دوست داشتن آنچه باید انجام بدهی”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“راز سعادت و فضیلت در این نهفته است: دوست داشتن آنچه آدم باید انجام بدهد

That is he secret of happiness and virtue—liking what you've got to do.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“But I like the inconveniences." "We don't," said the Controller. "We prefer to do things comfortably." "But I don't want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin." "In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you're claiming the right to be unhappy.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“How can one be violent about the sort of things one's expected to write about? Words can be like X-rays, if you use them properly_they'll go through anything. You read and you're pierced.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“He would have liked to speak; but there were no words. Not even in Shakespeare.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“Mustapha Mond paused, put down
the first book and, picking up the other, turned over the pages. “Take this, for
example,” he said, and in his deep voice once more began to read: “’A man
grows old; he feels in himself that radical sense of weakness, of listlessness, of
discomfort, which accompanies the advance of age; and, feeling thus, imagines
himself merely sick, lulling his fears with the notion that this distressing condi-
tion is due to some particular cause, from which, as from an illness, he hopes to
recover. Vain imaginings! That sickness is old age; and a horrible disease it is.
They say that it is the fear of death and of what comes after death that makes
men turn to religion as they advance in years. But my own experience has given me the conviction that, quite apart from any such terrors or imaginings, the
religious sentiment tends to develop as we grow older; to develop because, as
the passions grow calm, as the fancy and sensibilities are less excited and less
excitable, our reason becomes less troubled in its working, less obscured by the
images, desires and distractions, in which it used to be absorbed; whereupon
God emerges as from behind a cloud; our soul feels, sees, turns towards the
source of all light; turns naturally and inevitably; for now that all that gave to
the world of sensations its life and charms has begun to leak away from us, now
that phenomenal existence is no more bolstered up by impressions from within
or from without, we feel the need to lean on something that abides, something
that will never play us false-a reality, an absolute and everlasting truth. Yes, we
inevitably turn to God; for this religious sentiment is of its nature so pure, so
delightful to the soul that experiences it, that it makes up to us for all our other
losses.”’ Mustapha Mond shut the book and leaned back in his chair. “One of
the numerous things in heaven and earth that these philosophers didn’t dream
about was this” (he waved his hand), “us, the modern world. ’You can only
be independent of God while you’ve got youth and prosperity; independence
won’t take you safely to the end.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

“Čovjek može biti stalno nasmiješen i biti nitkov.”
― Aldous Huxley, Brave New World