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Sigmund Freud called her “the great understander”. Friedrich Nietzsche said of her: “I found no more gifted or reflective spirit … Lou is by far the smartest person I ever knew.” Rainer Maria Rilke sang of her: “…all that I am stirs me, because of you.” Today we pay tribute to Lou Andreas-Salomé – author, pioneering psychoanalyst, truth-seeker, iconoclast, libertine and unrepentant individual. A ‘serial muse’ whose formidable intellect and personal charm aroused powerful crea...tive forces in the many notable men who fell in love with her, Lou would “form a passionate attachment to a man and nine months later the man gave birth to a book” as one of her contemporaries put it. But while she is chiefly remembered for her intense cerebral relationships with three of the late-nineteenth and early-twentieth centuries’ most illustrious men, Lou Andreas-Salomé did not merely shine by borrowed light.

Russian intellectual, author of several books, psychoanalyst and companion of some of the most important names in the art of the 19th and 20th century.
Born in St. Petersburg, the daughter of Russian-Jewish unit of General, who had five sons. Lou was already as a young girl began to search for the education of women at that time and was not easily accessible. Studied theology, philosophy, French and German literature, and soon with his mother moved to Zurich, where he began and university education. Even then shows signs of disease.
When she was 21 years, with his mother moved to Rome and met Paul reea, writer and passionate gamblers, with which soon enters into a relationship. In 1882, part of these unusual connections becomes and Friedrich Nietzsche. Salomé and said, moving to Berlin, living together for a few years, and then Lou marrying Carl Friedrich Andreas. She has written a number of lesser-known novels, plays and essays, and a feminist. During the marriage and maintained a connection with the German journalist Georg Lebedourom, Rainer Maria Rilke with, Sigmund Freud, Viktor Tausk. She died in 1937 in Göttingen, Germany.


“Whoever reaches into a rosebush may seize a handful of flowers; but no matter how many one holds, it's only a small portion of the whole. Nevertheless, a handful is enough to experience the nature of the flowers. Only if we refuse to reach into the bush, because we can't possibly seize all the flowers at once, or if we spread out our handful of roses as if it were the whole of the bush itself -- only then does it bloom apart from us, unknown to us, and we are left alone.”