1 But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished.
2 The glamour of the underground struggle and the civil war still faintly clung to them.
3 Thus throughout history a struggle which is the same in its main outlines recurs over and over again.
4 Inefficient nations were always conquered sooner or later, and the struggle for efficiency was inimical to illusions.
5 War, however, is no longer the desperate, annihilating struggle that it was in the early decades of the twentieth century.
6 The Middle, so long as it was struggling for power, had always made use of such terms as freedom, justice, and fraternity.
7 Presently a new Middle group splits off from one of the other groups, or from both of them, and the struggle begins over again.
8 All three men sprang to their feet to join in the struggle round the lifts, and the remaining tobacco fell out of Winston's cigarette.
9 It is for the possession of these thickly-populated regions, and of the northern ice-cap, that the three powers are constantly struggling.
10 It was like struggling with some crushing physical task, something which one had the right to refuse and which one was nevertheless neurotically anxious to accomplish.
11 Even in his terror it was as though he could feel the pain in his own body, the deadly pain which nevertheless was less urgent than the struggle to get back her breath.
12 It was like swimming against a current that swept you backwards however hard you struggled, and then suddenly deciding to turn round and go with the current instead of opposing it.
13 Not only any actual misdemeanour, but any eccentricity, however small, any change of habits, any nervous mannerism that could possibly be the symptom of an inner struggle, is certain to be detected.
14 An enormous wreck of a woman, aged about sixty, with great tumbling breasts and thick coils of white hair which had come down in her struggles, was carried in, kicking and shouting, by four guards, who had hold of her one at each corner.
15 As he mechanically shot his arms back and forth, wearing on his face the look of grim enjoyment which was considered proper during the Physical Jerks, he was struggling to think his way backward into the dim period of his early childhood.
16 On the battlefield, in the torture chamber, on a sinking ship, the issues that you are fighting for are always forgotten, because the body swells up until it fills the universe, and even when you are not paralysed by fright or screaming with pain, life is a moment-to-moment struggle against hunger or cold or sleeplessness, against a sour stomach or an aching tooth.