Quote by George Orwell

But the thing that I saw in your face no power can disinherit: No bomb that ever burst shatters the crystal spirit.

But the thing that I saw in your face no power can disinheri

Summary

This quote emphasizes the enduring resilience of the human spirit in the face of adversity. It suggests that no external force or destructive event can diminish the inner strength and vitality that resides within each individual. Despite the trials and challenges we may encounter, the quote proposes that the essence of our being, symbolized as a "crystal spirit," remains unbreakable and unyielding. It highlights the innate determination and indomitable nature of the human capacity to persevere and rise above even the most devastating circumstances.

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By George Orwell

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