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

I am glad that I do not have any children.

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

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

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

A first visit to a madhouse is always a shock.

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.

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.

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

How can one know anything at all about people?

Children usually do not blame themselves for getting lost.

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.

Sometimes the most beautiful thing is precisely the one that comes unexpectedly and unearned.

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

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

We are aware only of the empty space in the forest, which only yesterday was filled with trees.

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

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.

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

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.

My different personalities leave me in peace now.

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.

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 no longer afraid to say anything.

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

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

Content makes poor men rich; discontent makes rich men poor.

For a successful revolution it is not enough that there is discontent. What is required is a profound and thorough conviction of the justice, necessity and importance of political and social rights.

I used to think I had ambition... but now I'm not so sure. It may have been only discontent. They're easily confused.

Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.

Woman's discontent increases in exact proportion to her development.

The vast concourse of people who had assembled to witness the triumphant arrival of the successful travellers was of the lowest orders of mechanics and artisans, among whom great distress and a dangerous spirit of discontent with the government at that time prevailed.

Healthy discontent is the prelude to progress.

It was my dream that I had clenched in a fist of discontent and wouldn't release. But time had now pried every finger open. There is peace in an open and upraised hand that isn't grasping for anything.

Persuade thyself that imperfection and inconvenience are the natural lot of mortals, and there will be no room for discontent, neither for despair.

The splendid discontent of God With chaos made the world. And from the discontent of man The worlds best progress springs.

The difference of the degrees in which the individuals of a great community enjoy the good things of life has been a theme of declaration and discontent in all ages.

The real breeders of discontent and alien doctrines of government and philosophies subversive of good citizenship are such as these who take the law into their own hands.

The sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality.

Discontent is the first necessity of progress.

The thirst to know and understand, a large and liberal discontent.

Resolved, that the women of this nation in 1876, have greater cause for discontent, rebellion and revolution than the men of 1776.

Restlessness is discontent and discontent is the first necessity of progress. Show me a thoroughly satisfied man and I will show you a failure.

As might be supposed, my parents were quite poor, but we somehow never seemed to lack anything we needed, and I never saw a trace of discontent or a failure in cheerfulness over their lot in life, as indeed over anything.

Where does discontent start? You are warm enough, but you shiver. You are fed, yet hunger gnaws you. You have been loved, but your yearning wanders in new fields. And to prod all these there's time, the Bastard Time.

There are many ways of showing your protest and discontent without the actions of Kremlin.

Unlimited economic growth has the marvelous quality of stilling discontent while maintaining privilege, a fact that has not gone unnoticed among liberal economists.