The ultimate goal of therapy... it's too hard a question. The words come to me like tranquility, like fulfillment, like realizing your potential. Irvin D. Yalom fulfillmentgoalhard Change image and share on social
I don't want to be idealized by a patient because of what I've written. Irvin D. Yalom haveidealizepatient Change image and share on social
Therapists need to have a long experience in personal therapy to see what it's like to be on the other side of the couch and see what they find helpful or not helpful. Irvin D. Yalom couchexperiencefind Change image and share on social
The amount of death terror experienced is closely related to the amount of life unlived. Irvin D. Yalom amountcloselydeath Change image and share on social
We're passing on something of ourselves to others. I feel that's what makes our life full of meaning. It's hard to have meaning in a closet, encapsulated by nothing. I think you really have to expand yourself and your life and do what you can for other people. Irvin D. Yalom closetencapsulateexpand share on social
When people don't have any curiosity about themselves, that is always a bad sign. Irvin D. Yalom badcuriositypeople Change image and share on social
I think everybody I've seen has come from some other therapy, and almost invariably, it's very much the same thing: the therapist is too disinterested, a little too aloof, a little too inactive. They're not really interested in the person; he doesn't relate to the person. Irvin D. Yalom aloofdisinterestedhave share on social
I always wanted to be a writer. Maybe, had I been brought up in another generation, I might have just gone into writing rather than medicine - which is not to say that I didn't also have a great attraction towards the idea of being a healer. Fortunately, I've been able to combine the two in ways I could never possibly have imagined. Irvin D. Yalom attractionbringcombine share on social
During my childhood, Washington was a segregated city, and I lived in the midst of a poor black neighborhood. Life on the streets was often perilous. Indoor reading was my refuge, and twice a week, I made the hazardous bicycle trek to the central library at Seventh and K streets to stock up on supplies. Irvin D. Yalom bicycleblackcentral share on social