Quotes About Repression

In every new generation, the impulses supposed to have been rooted out by discipline in the child break forth again when the struggle for existence - of the individual in society, of the society in the life of the state - begins. These passions are not transformed by the prevalent education of the day, but only repressed.

Every time I criticize what I consider to be excesses or faults in the news business, I am accused of repression, and the leaders of various media professional groups wave the First Amendment as they denounce me. That happens to be my amendment, too. It guarantees my free speech as it does their freedom of the press… There is room for all of us – and for our divergent views – under the First Amendment.

U regijama koje su držali boljševici bila je to klasna borba protiv onih ispred, buržoazije, društveno stranih elemenata, lov na militante svih neboljševi?kih partija, represija nad radni?kim štrajkovima, pobune nesigurnih jedinica Crvene armije, selja?ki ustanci. U zonama koje su držali Bijeli, lov na osumnji?ene elemente mogu?ih simpatizera židovskih boljševika.

?emu onda Komesarijat naroda za sudstvo? - pitao je Steinberg Staljina. Zvat ?emo ga onda komesarijat naroda za društveno istrebljenje, sve ?e biti jasnije.

Zeks - izraz koji pzna?ava zatvorenik iz sovjetskih koncentracionih logora bili su "moljeni" silom - da vjeruju u sistem koji ih pot?injava. U Kini, koncentracioni logoraš postao je student: on mora studirati pravu misao partije, i reformisati vlastitu pogrešnu misao.

Glory they most ardently loved: for it they wished to live, for it they did not hesitate to die. Every other desire was repressed by the strength of their passion for that one thing.

Civilization originates in conquest abroad and repression at home.

Men who are loudly charged with repression before they have done anything to substantiate the charge are apt to proceed to substantiate it.

Freud believed that because the core of psychopathology was the repression of conflictual, infantile impulses, which sought disguised gratification from the analyst in many different forms, it was essential for the analyst not to give the patient any gratification, because gratification allows the impulse to be discharged rather than be remembered, thought about, and renounced. American

Loewald suggests that infantile, oedipal love detracts from and interferes with adult love when childhood experience is repressed, too strictly separated from adult experience. Then

Even if they knew the truth of their own feelings, most mothers would be socially and emotionally incapable of revealing it.

We were just repressed dweebs who opened the hatch where the demons come out and put them in the record bottle," says Durango. "It's a release. Just because we were puds didn't mean we didn't have this aggressiveness

I had just been in some repressive situations - the black middle-class college scene and the crazy United States Air Force - and so I just felt like getting out of that. I thought, now, that I wanted to be a writer. I had something that I wanted to do, that I was interested in doing, so I wanted to pursue that.

She examined me, she looked at me critically and said, "Why are you trying to starve yourself?" To keep myself from feeling love, from feeling lust, from feeling anything at all.

There are things that I love in Iranian cinema and things that I don't. In Iranian cinema, you have to use metaphor because you are living under a dictatorship.

I thought it sounded just like the sort of drug a man would invent. Here was a woman in terrible pain, obviously feeling every bit of it or she wouldn't groan like that, and she would go straight home and start another baby, because the drug would make her forget how bad the pain had been, when all the time, in some secret part of her, that long, blind, doorless and windowless corridor of pain was waiting to open up and shut her in again.

I thought it sounded just like the sort of drug a man would invent. Here was a woman in terrible pain, obviously feeling every bit of it or she wouldn't groan like that, and she would go straight home and start another baby, because the drug would make her forget how bad the pain had been, when all the time, in some secret part of her, that long, blind, doorless and windowless corridor of pain was waiting to open up and shut her in again.

How did I know that someday—at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere—the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn't descend again?

They got it wrong when they called it "the closet." This was a prison. Solitary confinement. I was locked inside, inside myself, dark and afraid and alone. (Chapter. 23)

We didn't know. We didn't want to know. We never asked. All we wanted to do, now that we were back in the world, was forget.

No danger flowing from speech can be deemed clear and present unless the incidence of the evil apprehended is so imminent that it may befall before there is an opportunity for full discussion. Only an emergency can justify repression.

All the Cuban government wants to do - and all it's demonstrated to the world - is that they want a repressive, authoritarian control; a Communist dictatorship to continue in the island. So anything that we do to try to help the island ultimately becomes fuel for them to repress their citizens.

One of the outcomes of attempting to ignore emotional pain is chandeliering. We think we've packed the hurt so far down that it can't possibly resurface, yet all of a sudden, a seemingly innocuous comment sends us into a rage or sparks a crying fit. Or maybe a small mistake at work triggers a huge shame attack. Perhaps a colleague's constructive feedback hits that exquisitely tender place and we jump out of our skin.

He could feel his stomach churning. I'm repressing things, he thought. Along with everything else I don't have time for. I'm searching for the slayers of the dead and can't even manage to pay attention to the living. For a dizzying instant his entire consciousness was filled with only one urge. To take off. Flee. Disappear. Start a new life.