I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence but it comes from within. It is there all the time.
Anna Freud
We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.
Creative minds have always been known to survive any kind of bad training.
Sometimes the most beautiful thing is precisely the one that comes unexpectedly and unearned, hence something given truly as a present.
We are aware only of the empty space in the forest, which only yesterday was filled with trees.
If some longing goes unmet, don't be astonished. We call that Life.
Who promised you that only for joy were you brought to this earth?
My different personalities leave me in peace now.
Things are not as we would like them to be. There is only one way to deal with it, namely to try and be all right oneself.
Children usually do not blame themselves for getting lost.
Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?
It is only when parental feelings are ineffective or too ambivalent or when the mother's emotions are temporarily engaged elsewhere that children feel lost.
We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.
Create around one at least a small circle where matters are arranged as one wants them to be.
Papa always makes it clear that he would like to know me as much more rational and lucid than the girls and women he gets to know during his analytic hours.
Papa continually emphasizes how much remains unexplained. With the other psychoanalytic writers, everything is always so known and fixed.
What I have always wanted for myself is much more primitive. It is probably nothing more than the affection of the people with whom I am in contact, and their good opinion of me.
Everything becomes so problematic because of basic faults: from a discontent with myself.
Everyone here says in a surprised manner that I have grown... they are so stupid and do not notice that I am standing up straighter!
I am glad that I do not have any children.
A first visit to a madhouse is always a shock.
How can one know anything at all about people?
If I have a stupid day, everything looks wrong to me.
I am no longer afraid to say anything.
How one can live without being able to judge oneself, criticize what one has accomplished, and still enjoy what one does, is unimaginable to me.
