We are never so vulnerable as when we love, and never so hopelessly unhappy as when we lose the object of our love. - Sigmund Freud

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We are never so vulnerable as when we love, and never so hopelessly unhappy as when we lose the object of our love.

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About Sigmund Freud

Sigmund Freud ([ˈziːgmʊnt ˈfrɔʏ̯t]; 6 May 1856 – 23 September 1939) was an Austrian neurologist and psychiatrist and the founder of the psychoanalytic school of psychology. He was the father of Anna Freud, the grandfather of Sir Clement Freud and Lucian Freud, and the uncle of Edward Bernays.

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Alternative Names: Sigismund Schlomo Freud Sigmund Schlomo Freud Sigismund Freud Freud

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