If one harbours anywhere in one's mind a nationalistic loyalty or hatred, certain facts, although in a sense known to be true, are inadmissible.
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Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn't matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Confession is an expression of true emotions and does not constitute betrayal of feelings.
In this quote, George Orwell emphasizes that the act of confessing feelings for someone is not a betrayal, but rather a reflection of one's true emotions. He suggests that what truly matters in love is the feeling itself, and if oneβs affections could be extinguished by external influences, that would be a deeper betrayal than any admission of feelings could ever be.
Themes
ConfessionBetrayalFeelingsLoveEmotions
In practice
Example use cases
A speaker at a relationship seminar discussing the importance of honesty in love could use this quote.
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