Sigmund Freud Love Quotations

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

Love and work are the cornerstones of our humanness.

Love and work... work and love, that's all there is.

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

And in the development of mankind as a whole, just as in individuals, love alone acts as a civilizing factor in the sense that it brings a change from egoism to altruism.

Without love we fall ill.

Let us consider the polarity of love and hate.... Now, clinical observation shows not only that love is with unexpected regularityaccompanied by hate (ambivalence), and not only that in human relationships hate is frequently a forerunner of love, but also that in many circumstances hate changes into love and love into hate.

One is very crazy when in love.

By abolishing private property one takes away the human love of aggression.

Towards the outside, at any rate, the ego seems to maintain clear and sharp lines of demarcation. There is only one state -- admittedly an unusual state, but not one that can be stigmatized as pathological -- in which it does not do this. At the height of being in love the boundary between ego and object threatens to melt away. Against all the evidence of his senses, a man who is in love declares that "I" and "you" are one, and is prepared to behave as if it were a fact.

In the development of mankind as a whole, just as in individuals, love alone acts as the civilizing factor in the sense that it brings a change from egoism to altruism.

When a love-relationship is at its height there is no room left for any interest in the environment; a pair of lovers are sufficient to themselves

Love and work, work and love...that's all there is.

All that matters is love and work.

The very emphasis of the commandment: Thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly long chain of generations of murderers, whose love of murder was in their blood as it is perhaps also in ours.

The communal life of human beings had . . . a two-fold foundation: the compulsion to work, which was created by external necessity, and the power of love.

It is always possible to bind together a considerable number of people in love, so long as there are other people left over to receive the manifestations of their aggressiveness.

Where they love they do not desire and where they desire they do not love.

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

Love is a state of temporary psychosis.

The primitive stages can always be re-established; the primitive mind is, in the fullest meaning of the word, imperishable.

Not all men are worthy of love.