Quotes About Truth

The element of truth behind all this, which people are so ready to disavow, is that men are not gentle creatures who want to be loved, and who at the most can defend themselves if they are attacked; they are, on the contrary, creatures among whose instinctual endowments is to be reckoned a powerful share of aggressiveness.

In matters of sexuality we are at present, every one of us, ill or well, nothing but hypocrites.

Those who have eyes to see and ears to hear will soon convince themselves that mortals cannot hide any secret.

It only too often yields to the temptation to become sycophantic, opportunist and lying, like a politician who sees the truth but wants to keep his place in popular favour.

Dreams tell us many an unpleasant biological truth about ourselves and only very free minds can thrive on such a diet. Self-deception is a plant which withers fast in the pellucid atmosphere of dream investigation.

This is how men ought to be, in order to be happy and to make others happy; but you have to reckon on their not being like that

No one who shares a delusion ever recognizes it as such.

One must be humble, one must keep personal preferences and antipathies in the background, if one wishes to discover the realities of the world.

no one who still shares a delusion will ever recognize it as such.

No probability, however seductive, can protect us from error; even if all parts of a problem seem to fit together like the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, one has to remember that the probable need not necessarily be the truth, and the truth not always probable.

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But it is a predisposition of human nature to consider an unpleasant idea untrue, and then it is easy to find arguments against it. Society

The first is the Credo quia absurdum of the early Father. It would imply that religious doctrines are outside reason's jurisdiction; they stand above reason. Their truth must be inwardly felt: one does not need to comprehend them.

But it is a predisposition of human nature to consider an unpleasant idea untrue, and then it is easy to find arguments against it. Society thus brands what is unpleasant as untrue, denying the conclusions of psychoanalysis with logical and pertinent arguments. These arguments originate from affective sources, however, and society holds to these prejudices against all attempts at refutation.

Jeg tror at den hellighet vi tilkjennegir de ti bud, sløver vår sans for erkjennelse av virkeligheten.

Like the physical, the psychical is not necessarily in reality what it appears to be

Em matéria de sexualidade, somos todos, no momento, doentes ou sãos, não mais do que hipócritas.

Zwei Juden treffen sich im Eisenbahnwagen einer galizischen Station. 'Wohin fahrst du?, fragt der eine. 'Nach Krakau,, ist die Antwort. 'Sieh' her, was du für Lügner bist, , braust der andere auf. 'Wenn du sagst, du fahrst nach Krakau, willst du doch, dass ich glauben soll, du fahrst nach Lemberg. Nun weiss ich aber, dass du wirklich fahrst nach Krakau. Also warum lügst du?

The masses] have never thirsted after truth. They demand illusions, and cannot do without them. They constantly give what is unreal precedence over what is real; they are almost as strongly influenced by what is untrue as by what is true. They have an evident tendency not to distinguish between the two.

Bazen bir puro, sadece bir purodur.

It is therefore reasonable to expect of an analyst, as a part of his qualifications, a considerable degree of mental normality and correctness. In addition, he must possess some kind of superiority, so that in certain analytic situations he can act as a model for his patient and in others as a teacher. And finally we must not forget that the analytic relationship is based on a love of truth — that is, on a recognition of reality — and that it precludes any kind of sham or deceit.

We once more find here an illustration of the truth that every exaggeration contains the seed of its own undoing.

The dead dwell in the conditional, tense of the unreal. But there is also the extraordinary sense that you have become omniscient, that nothing we do or think or feel can be kept from you. The extraordinary sense that you are reading these words, that you know what they'll say even before I write them.

Dying is a role we play like any other role in life: this is a troubling thought. You are never your true self except when you're alone—but who wants to be alone, dying?