"He sido un hombre afortunado en la vida, nada me ha sido facil." "I've been a fortunate man in life, nothing has come easy"
Sigmund FreudRead
We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.
Interpretation
Love makes us vulnerable to suffering and unhappiness when it is lost.
In this quote, Freud reflects on the profound impact of love on human emotions. He suggests that the experience of love leaves us exposed to pain and vulnerability, especially when that love is lost. The intensity of our emotional attachment can lead to a deep sense of helplessness and sorrow, emphasizing the paradox of love as both a source of joy and potential suffering.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a relationship workshop to highlight the emotional risks of love.
"He sido un hombre afortunado en la vida, nada me ha sido facil." "I've been a fortunate man in life, nothing has come easy"
I take up the standpoint that the tendency to aggression is an innate, independent, instinctual disposition in man, and I come back now to the statement that it constitutes the most powerful obstacle to culture.
One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.
I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection.
The tendency to aggression is an innate, independent, instinctual disposition in man... it constitutes the powerful obstacle to culture.
We know that the great majority of people have a strong need for authority which it can admire, to which it can submit, and which dominates and sometimes even ill-treats it.
Unless this love is among us, we can kill ourselves with work and it will only be work, not love. Work without love is slavery.
God's heart calls to our hearts, inviting us to come out of ourselves, to forsake our human certainties, to trust in him and, by following his example, to make ourselves a gift of unbounded love.
My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss.
Can't you see? Every step I have taken, since I was that child on the bridge, has been to bring myself closer to you.
Sometimes I have the strangest feeling about you. Especially when you are near me as you are now. It feels as though I had a string tied here under my left rib where my heart is, tightly knotted to you in a similar fashion. And when you go to Ireland, with all that distance between us, I am afraid that this cord will be snapped, and I shall bleed inwardly.
O cold ! O shivery ! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once.
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