Memories, Dreams, Reflections

by C.G. Jung

I cannot employ the language of science to trace this process of growth in myself, for I cannot experience myself as a scientific problem.

I early arrived at the insight that when no answer comes from within to the problems and complexities of life, they ultimately mean very little. Outward circumstances are no substitute for inner experience.

The feeling of strangeness which she conveyed, and yet of having known her always, was a characteristic of that figure which later came to symbolize for me the whole essence of womanhood.

Spread out thy wings, Lord Jesus mild, And take to thee thy chick, thy child. “If Satan would devour it, No harm shall overpower it,” So let the angels sing!

I had a premonition of an inescapable world of shadows filled with frightening, unanswerable questions which had me at their mercy.

The tinkling sound from inside rang like the toll of doom in my ears. I felt as timid and craven as a stray dog.