About Anna Freud:
Anna Freud was the 6th and last child of Sigmund Freud and Martha Bernays. She followed the path of her father and contributed to the field of psychoanalysis.
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.
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 live trapped, between the churned-up and examined past and a future that waits for our work.
We are imprisoned in the realm of life, like a sailor on his tiny boat, on an infinite ocean.
If some longing goes unmet, don't be astonished. We call that Life.
My different personalities leave me in peace now.
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.
Who promised you that only for joy were you brought to this earth?
We are aware only of the empty space in the forest, which only yesterday was filled with trees.
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.
Sometimes the most beautiful thing is precisely the one that comes unexpectedly and unearned, hence something given truly as a present.
Papa continually emphasizes how much remains unexplained. With the other psychoanalytic writers, everything is always so known and fixed.
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.
If I have a stupid day, everything looks wrong to me.
I am no longer afraid to say anything.
I am glad that I do not have any children.
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.
How can one know anything at all about people?
Everything becomes so problematic because of basic faults: from a discontent with myself.