Quotes by Sigmund Freud

The virtuous man contents himself with dreaming that which the wicked man does in actual life.

All family life is organized around the most damaged person in it.

Religion is an illusion and it derives its strength from the fact that it falls in with our instinctual desires.

The intention that man should be happy is not in the plan of Creation.

My love is something valuable to me which I ought not to throw away without reflection.

No, our science is no illusion. But an illusion it would be to suppose that what science cannot give us we can get elsewhere.

A woman should soften but not weaken a man.

Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have , so to speak , pawned a part of their narcissism.

The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.

The behavior of a human being in sexual matters is often a prototype for the whole of his other modes of reaction in life.

A man should not strive to eliminate his complexes but to get into accord with them; they are legitimately what directs his conduct in the world.

Neurosis is the inability to tolerate ambiguity.

Religious doctrines ... are all illusions, they do not admit of proof, and no one can be compelled to consider them as true or to believe in them.

The first requisite of civilization is that of justice.

Civilized society is perpetually menaced with disintegration through this primary hostility of men towards one another.

No one who, like me, conjures up the most evil of those half-tamed demons that inhabit the human breast, and seeks to wrestle with them, can expect to come through the struggle unscathed.

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love.

I cannot think of any need in childhood as strong as the need for a father's protection.

Where id is, there shall ego be.

Unexpressed emotions will never die. They are buried alive and will come forth later in uglier ways.

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.

The ego is not master in its own house.

Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me.

Dreams are the royal road to the unconscious.

The conscious mind may be compared to a fountain playing in the sun and falling back into the great subterranean pool of subconscious from which it rises.

The only unnatural sex act is that which you cannot perform.

The mind is like an iceberg; it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.

The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.

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