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.
George OrwellRead
But you could not have pure love or pure lust nowadays. No emotion was pure, because everything was mixed up with fear and hatred. Their embrace had been a battle, the climax a victory. It was a blow struck against the Party. It was a political act.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that in a repressive society, genuine emotions like love are tainted by fear and political influences.
George Orwell's quote highlights the complexities of human emotions in a totalitarian regime, where pure feelings such as love and lust are unable to exist without being intertwined with fear and hatred. In this context, the act of love becomes a form of rebellion against oppressive forces, turning intimate relationships into statements of defiance against the Party's control over personal lives.
In practice
During a discussion about the effects of totalitarianism on personal relationships.
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.
The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.
Political writing in our time consists almost entirely of prefabricated phrases bolted together like the pieces of a child's Meccano set. It is the unavoidable result of self-censorship. To write in plain, vigorous language one has to think fearlessly, and if one thinks fearlessly one cannot be politically orthodox.
Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards.
As with the Christian religion, the worst advertisement for Socialism is its adherents.
It is fatal to look hungry. It makes people want to kick you.
One thing will always secure heaven for us-the acts of charity and kindness with which we have filled our lives. We can do no great things, only small things with great love.
[Their love] had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent.
Romances I ne'er read like those I have seen.
One who knows more, loves more.
If you love someone, you say it, right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment just passes you by.
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
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