Carl Jung Quotes

Some of the greatest battles will be fought within the silent chambers of your own soul.

When I read profiles of myself, I sometimes think: 'I have spent my whole life struggling to understand my motivations and impulses, and I've never quite sorted them out.'

Every one rushes elsewhere and into the future, because no one wants to face one's own inner self.

It's something that I had been pushing down my whole life. The search for meaning, I guess, the whispering of the soul.

I'd be lying to you if I said I had not done some soul searching.

A conscience is a troublesome thing at times. I woke up at 4 o'clock this morning and I spent the time feeling what a nothing I was, and wishing I was so very different. Then the morning's post brought me a letter from a friend, saying I was so this, so that - it made me really cry, I was so grateful.

[in the true mad north] of introspection, where 'falcons of the inner eye' dive and die, glimpsing in their dying fall, all life's memory of existence.

I know of no other advice than this: Go within and scale the depths of your being from which your very life springs forth.

I do know my own mind,' protested Anne. 'The trouble is, my mind changes and then I have to get acquainted with it all over again.

The final mystery is oneself... Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul.

Examination of the world without is never as personally painful as examination of the world within.

I went deep inside myself. I had time to explore my beliefs and because of that I'm stronger. Bob Marley (March 1981)

Am I too fast, too facile? I do not know. I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count out the grains that make me what I am.

To read your own mind is to look at your self and read your soul. Hatred becomes love and that is the path I am working on

I was just struggling with my inner vachette and pondering the depths of my own inhumanity.

I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood.

The world's most sensible person and the biggest idiot both stay within us. The worst part is, you can't even tell who is who.

Of all literary exercitations, whether designed for the use or entertainment of the world, there are none of so much importance, or so immediately our concern, as those which let us into the knowledge of our own nature. Others may exercise the understanding or amuse the imagination; but these only can improve the heart and form the human mind to wisdom.

We may listen to our inner self-and still not know which ocean we hear roaring.

I never come back home with the same moral character I went out with; something or other becomes unsettled where I had achieved internal peace; some one or other of the things I had put to flight reappears on the scene.

Somewhere deep down there's a decent man in me, he just can't be found.

It was completely fruitless to quarrel with the world, whereas the quarrel with oneself was occasionally fruitful and always, she had to admit, interesting.

In my book, I was trying to get into my own soul.

Anybody can get lost in themselves.

I would say that playing this character has caused me to think about a lot of things. He's always questioning himself and trying to get back to something he lost touch with and trying to find forgiveness. Everybody struggles with these things to some extent in their life.