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“I shall never forget how I was roused one night by the groans of a fellow prisoner, who threw himself about in his sleep, obviously having a horrible nightmare. Since I had always been especially sorry for people who suffered from fearful dreams or deliria, I wanted to wake the poor man. Suddenly I drew back the hand which was ready to shake him, frightened at the thing I was about to do. At that moment I became intensely conscious of the fact that no dream, no matter how horrible, could be as bad as the reality of the camp which surrounded us, and to which I was about to recall him.”

Quote by Viktor E. Frankl

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Man's Search For Meaning, Gift Edition

This book is a compilation of insights and reflections by a renowned psychiatrist who survived the Holocaust. It delves into the author's experiences and the psychological principles he developed to help others find purpose and hope amidst suffering. The gift edition features enhanced design elements and additional content, making it a treasured possession for readers seeking inspiration and wisdom. more

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Viktor E. Frankl
Viktor E. Frankl

Viktor E. Frankl was a renowned neurologist and psychologist, born on March 26, 1905, and died on September 2, 1997. He was one of the founders of existential psychology and is known for his experiences in Nazi concentration camps and his book 'Man's Search for Meaning'. more

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