Sigmund Freud Quotes

Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.

We are so constituted that we can gain intense pleasure only from the contrast, and only very little from the condition itself.

Contrast the experience with something worse and you cannot help feeling happy and grateful because... The change from trouble to comfort gives us more pleasure than uninterrupted comfort does.

One feels inclined to say that the intention that man should be 'happy' is not included in the plan of Creation.' . . . We are so made that we can derive intense enjoyment only from a contrast and very little from a state of things.

Every nerve that can thrill with pleasure, can also agonize with pain.

I do believe that if you haven't learnt about sadness, you cannot appreciate happiness.

I started thinking about joy. Everything in our society is so purposeful. Let's bring joy back to the experience.

How delicious is pleasure after torment!

Sometimes I find that in my happy moments I could not believe that I had ever been miserable.

People are extremely reluctant to give up that which gives them pleasure.

Read as you taste fruit or savor wine, or enjoy friendship, love or life.

Happiness is enjoyed only in proportion as it is known; and such is the state or folly of man, that it is known only by experience of its contrary.

The surest way of spoiling a pleasure [is] to start examining your satisfaction.

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

We must feel the pain before the pleasure, only then can we tell them apart.

Words should be an intense pleasure just as leather should be to a shoemaker.

In order to thoroughly enjoy anything, one must feel the absence of it at times.

It feels good. It feels real good.

I think that hurting gives us a way to measure being happy. How can you know one without knowing the other.

The test of enjoyment is the remembrance which it leaves behind.

If there were no valleys of sadness and death, we could never really appreciate the sunshine of happiness on the mountain top.

A little misery, at times, makes one appreciate happiness more.

Life is a series of delicious moments.

To what shall the character of utility be ascribed, if not to that which is a source of pleasure?

Every want that stimulates the breast becomes a source of pleasure when redressed.