He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark mustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.

George Orwell

1984. Part 3, Chapter 6. Last lines of novel and some of the most heartbreaking lines in literature. One-time rebel Winston looking the telescreen at last succumbs to the Party’s brainwashing and torture and declares his love for Big Brother.