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
The pleasures of spring are available to everybody and cost nothing.
Interpretation
Spring offers joy and beauty to everyone without requiring any money.
In this quote, George Orwell emphasizes that the joys of spring—a season characterized by renewal, beauty, and vibrancy—are accessible to all people and come at no financial cost. This serves as a reminder that nature provides us with significant pleasures that can uplift our spirits and connect us with the world around us, irrespective of our material wealth.
In practice
In a speech highlighting community wellness, one might reference this quote to encourage people to enjoy their surroundings.
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.
Does anything eat flowers. I couldn't recall having seen anything eat a flower - are they nature's privileged pets?
Nothing is really small; whoever is open to the deep penetration of nature knows this.
A lot of people think they need to give up nature to become adults but that's not true. However, you have to be careful how you describe and define 'nature.'
The road made wet by the water of August shines like it was cut in full moonlight
There is a way of beholding nature which is a form of prayer, a way of minding something with such clarity and aliveness that the rest of the world recedes. It . . . gives the brain a small vacation.
I swam across the rocks and compared myself favorably with the sars. To swim fishlike, horizontally, was the logical method in a medium eight hundred times denser than air. To halt and hang attached to nothing, no lines or air pipe to the surface, was a dream. At night I had often had visions of flying by extending my arms as wings. Now I flew without wings. (Since that first aqualung flight, I have never had a dream of flying.)
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