The Psychology of Emotion, Morbid and NormalK. Paul, Trench, Trubner & Company, Limited, 1925 - 589 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
abnormal activity affect anxiety appeared asked attack attention autistic became become began behaviour clinical co-conscious condition consciousness dead death ideas definite déjà vu delusions dementia praecox depression disease distraction of thought dream Dynamic Psychology elation emotional reaction environment erotic evidence excitement experience expression factors fancies father fear feeling felt flight formulation free associations frequently going hallucinations hospital husband hypochondriacal hypomania hypomanic images infantile inhibition instance instinctive interest involution melancholia irritable Kraepelin later lover Manhattan State Hospital mania manic-depressive insanity marriage married memory mental processes mind mood Morton Prince mother nature never normal nurses Observation Pavilion occurred Oedipus complex once painful patient period perplexity personality physical physician probably problem productions Psychiatric psychological psychosis questions recovery regression seemed sexual sister sleep spoke stimulus stupor suggestion symptoms talk tendency theory things thinking typical manic uncon unconscious waking weeks wife woman words worry
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Página 174 - Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on ; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.
Página 342 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 509 - I knew not whether from the good cause or the bad: darkness and lights: tempest and human faces: and at last, with the sense that all was lost, female forms, and the features that were worth all the world to me, and but a moment allowed, — and clasped hands, and heart-breaking partings, and then — everlasting farewells!
Página 126 - Ah Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits — and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!
Página 40 - There's many a crown for who can reach. Ten lines, a statesman's life in each! The flag stuck on a heap of bones, A soldier's doing ! what atones ? They scratch his name on the Abbey-stones. My riding is better, by their leave. What does it all mean, poet? Well, Your brains beat into rhythm, you tell What we felt only; you expressed You hold things beautiful the best, And pace them in rhyme so, side by side.
Página 563 - ... we come not within sight of the castle of our dreams, nevertheless, all will be well with us; for, as Stevenson tells us rightly, "to travel hopefully is better than to arrive, and the true success is to labor.
Página 337 - She never scales the clouds, nor walks abroad upon the winds. She wears no diadem. And her eyes, if they were ever seen, would be neither sweet nor subtle; no man could read their story; they would be found filled with perishing dreams, and with wrecks of forgotten delirium. But she raises not her eyes ; her head, on which sits a dilapidated turban, droops for ever, for ever fastens on the dust.
Página 89 - With life or death in the balance: right ! The blood replenished me again; My last thought was at least not vain: I and my mistress, side by side Shall be together, breathe and ride, 20 So, one day more am I deified.
Página 337 - But she raises not her eyes ; her head, on which sits a dilapidated turban, droops for ever, for ever fastens on the dust. She weeps not. She groans not. But she sighs inaudibly at intervals. Her sister, Madonna, is oftentimes stormy and frantic, raging in the highest against heaven, and demanding back her darlings. But Our Lady of Sighs never clamours, never defies, dreams not of rebellious aspirations.
Página 342 - The Rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the Rose; The Moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.