Repressed (n.) is not dead but like the shades in the Odyssey, waking to some sort of life as soon as it has tasted blood.
The Repressed (n.) is the prototype of the unconscious: we learn what the unconscious is from what we push down.
The Repressed (n.) is just a part of the id, sealed off from the ego by resistance yet able to reach it by the back door through the id.
The Repressed (n.) is foreign territory inside the ego — internal foreign territory, as reality is external foreign territory.
The Repressed (n.) is what the young, weak ego once took in and then pushed back out into the id.
The Repressed (n.) is an outlaw, excluded from the ego's great organization and subject only to the laws of the unconscious; the ego, in repressing, renounces some of its sovereignty.
The Repressed (n.) proliferates in the dark: cut off from consciousness, it takes on extreme forms that frighten the neurotic with a deceptive picture of his instinct's strength.
The Repressed (n.) does not obey the wish to sleep — it keeps its charge through the night, independent of the ego.
The Repressed (n.) returns: childhood sexuality runs a regular cycle of repression, failure of repression, and the return of what was buried, now as a symptom.
The Repressed (n.) returns through the very instrument that repressed it: in Rops's etching the monk looks up at the cross and sees a naked woman in Christ's place.
The Repressed (n.) never comes back unchanged: it returns as a compromise between what was pushed down and what pushed it.
The Repressed (n.) remains intact and potentially active; only regression changes it.
Repressed (n.) works behind the present: a recent experience is charged with its latent energy, and the old material acts from behind the new and with its help.