If some longing goes unmet, don't be astonished. We call that Life.

Sometimes the most beautiful thing is precisely the one that comes unexpectedly and unearned, hence something given truly as a present.

Children usually do not blame themselves for getting lost.

Creative minds have always been known to survive any kind of bad training.

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!

Why do we go around acting as though everything was friendship and reliability when basically everything everywhere is full of sudden hate and ugliness?

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.

Create around one at least a small circle where matters are arranged as one wants them to be.

We live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.

Everything becomes so problematic because of basic faults: from a discontent with myself.

I was always looking outside myself for strength and confidence but it comes from within. It is there all the time.

If I have a stupid day, everything looks wrong to me.

My different personalities leave me in peace now.

Who promised you that only for joy were you brought to this earth?

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.

A first visit to a madhouse is always a shock.

I am glad that I do not have any children.

Papa continually emphasizes how much remains unexplained. With the other psychoanalytic writers, everything is always so known and fixed.

We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.

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.