add new quotes (#2343) by eisthefifthletter

static/quotes/english.json

@@ -34912,6 +34912,66 @@
       "source": "Naruto Shippuden",
       "length": 346,
       "id": 5895
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.",
+      "source": "To Kill a Mockingbird",
+      "length": 83,
+      "id": 5896
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "In your heart you'd prefer to stick to Oldspeak, with all its vagueness and its useless shades of meaning. You don't grasp the beauty of the destruction of words. Do you know that Newspeak is the only language in the world whose vocabulary gets smaller every year?",
+      "source": "Nineteen Eighty-Four",
+      "length": 264,
+      "id": 5897
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "My grandfather picks up quartz and valuable onyx jewels. Send 60 dozen quart jars and 12 black pens.",
+      "source": "2020 AP Exams",
+      "length": 100,
+      "id": 5898
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Never, for any reason on earth, could you wish for an increase of pain. Of pain you could wish only one thing: that it should stop. In the face of pain there are no heroes, no heroes, he thought over and over as he writhed on the floor, clutching uselessly at his disabled left arm.",
+      "source": "Nineteen Eighty-Four",
+      "length": 282,
+      "id": 5899
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "A violent emotion, not fear exactly but a sort of undifferentiated excitement, flared up in him, then faded again. He stopped thinking about the war. In these days he could never fix his mind on any one subject for more than a few moments at a time.",
+      "source": "Nineteen Eighty-Four",
+      "length": 249,
+      "id": 5890
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten.",
+      "source": "Neil Gaiman",
+      "length": 129,
+      "id": 5891
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "Winston looked up at the portrait of Big Brother. White always mates, he thought with a sort of cloudy mysticism. Always, without exception, it is so arranged. In no chess problem since the beginning of the world has black ever won. Did it not symbolize the eternal, unvarying triumph of Good over Evil? The huge face gazed back at him, full of calm power. White always mates.",
+      "source": "Nineteen Eighty-Four",
+      "length": 376,
+      "id": 5892
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "He took up his glass and sniffed at it. The stuff grew not less but more horrible with every mouthful he drank. But it had become the element he swam in. It was his life, is death, and his resurrection. It was gin that sank him into stupor every night, and gin that revived him every morning.",
+      "source": "Nineteen Eighty-Four",
+      "length": 292,
+      "id": 5893
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast!",
+      "source": "Nineteen Eighty-Four",
+      "length": 219,
+      "id": 5894
+    },
+    {
+      "text": "But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.",
+      "source": "Nineteen Eighty-Four",
+      "length": 133,
+      "id": 5895
     }
   ]
 }