I don't tell the truth any more to those who can't make use of it. I tell it mostly to myself because it always changes me.
I was thinking of my patients and how the worst moment for them was when they discovered they were masters of bad or good luck. When they could no longer blame fate they were in despair.
There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cel...
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
You are a narcissist. That is the raison dêtre of the journal. Journal writing is a disease. But it's all right. It's very interesting. I don't know of any journal more interesting. I don't know of an...
To capture the drama of the unconscious, one had to start with the key, and the key was the dream. But the novelist’s task was to pursue this dream, to unravel its meaning; the goal was to reach the r...
She had lost herself somewhere along the frontier between her inventions, her stories, her fantasies and her true self. The boundaries had become effaced, the tracks lost, she had walked into pure cha...
Love reduces the complexity of living. It amazes me that when Henry walks towards the cafe table where I wait for him, or opens the gate to our house, the sight of him is sufficient to exult me. No le...
It is easy to love and there are so many ways to do it.
In our twenties we have conflicts. We think everything is either-or, black or white: we are caught between them and we lose all our energy in the conflicts. My answer, later on in maturity, was to do...
I want to make my own discoveries…….penetrate the evil which attracts me
I walk ahead of myself in perpetual expectancyof miracles.
I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head a...
Everything with me is either worship and passion or pity and understanding. I hate rarely, though when I hate, I hate murderously. But I am more preoccupied with loving.
A war regarded as inevitable or even probable and therefore much prepared for has a very good chance of eventually being fought.
There is not one big cosmic meaning for all there is only the meaning we each give to our life an individual meaning an individual plot like an individual novel a book for each person.
الشئ الوحيد الذي أشعر به أحياناً هو الخوف ، الخوف الرهيب الذي يصيبني بعدم الإدراك أحياناً مثل نوبة من الجنون .
The love of only one man or one woman is an enclosure.
Perhaps I should not tell him the dream. It puts me in his hands, it is giving him too much,