A Quote by George Orwell

Good prose should be transparent, like a window pane. — © George Orwell
Good prose should be transparent, like a window pane.
Our dream dashes itself against the great mystery like a wasp against a window pane. Less merciful than man, God never opens the window.
It is good that the window should be transparent, because the street or garden beyond it is opaque. How if you saw through the garden too? It is no use trying to 'see through' [everything]. If you see through everything, then everything is transparent. But a wholly transparent world is an invisible world. To 'see through' all things is the same as not to see.
I believe that interpretation should be like a transparent glass, a window for the composer's music.
Prose is like a window; fiction is like a door. But it is not uncommon that he who should come in through the door jumps in through the window.
Style should be like window-glass, perfectly transparent, and with very little sash.
But you lied again. Now you get to watch her leave out the window. Guess that's why they call it 'window pane.
Are we not wasps who spend all day in a fruitless attempt to traverse a window-pane - while the other half of the window is wide open?
No one has ever laughed at a pun who did not see in the one word a twofold meaning. To materialists this world is opaque like a curtain; nothing can be seen through it. A mountain is just a mountain, a sunset just a sunset; but to poets, artists, and saints, the world is transparent like a window pane - it tells of something beyond....a mountain tells of the Power of God, the sunset of His Beauty, and the snowflake of His Purity.
I want my prose to be as clear as a pane of glass.
There was nothing separate about her days. Like drops on the window-pane, they ran together and trickled away.
What we're seeking to do is become transparent. A transparent window on reality. But that takes time to do. We're starting with a very solid, objectified view of ourselves and existence
Many a doctrine is like a window pane. We see truth through it but it divides us from truth.
A face at the window, a tap on the pane, who is it that wants me tonight in the rain?
The roaring of the wind is my wife and the stars through the window pane are my children.
Even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold.
Paint should not be applied thick. It should be like a breath on the surface of a pane of glass.
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