“ My love is something valuable to me which I ought not to throw away without reflection. ”
Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have , so to speak , pawned a part of their narcissism.
~ Sigmund Freud
It is that we are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never no helplessly unhappy as when we have lost our loved object of its love.
The behavior of a human being in sexual matters is often a prototype for the whole of his other modes of reaction in life.
No, our science is no illusion. But an illusion it would be to suppose that what science cannot give us we can get elsewhere.
