I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence but it comes from within. It is there all the time.
Creative minds have always been known to survive any kind of bad training.
How can one know anything at all about people?
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.
If some longing goes unmet, don't be astonished. We call that Life.
We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.
My different personalities leave me in peace now.
We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.
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.
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.
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.
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!
Create around one at least a small circle where matters are arranged as one wants them to be.