The shadow is a moral problem that challenges the whole ego-personality, for no one can become conscious of the shadow without considerable moral effort.
The unconscious is not just evil by nature, it is also the source of the highest good: not only dark but also light, not only bestial, semihuman, and demonic but superhuman, spiritual, and, in the classical sense of the word, "divine."
We know more than we can tell.
To become conscious of it involves recognizing the dark aspects of the personality as present and real.
The self is not only the centre but also the whole circumference which embraces both conscious and unconscious; it is the centre of this totality, just as the ego is the centre of consciousness.
Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. At all counts, it forms an unconscious snag, thwarting our most well-meant intentions.
When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate.
If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself. You must know all the while that it is there, but until it is needed you must never let it emerge into your consciousness in any shape that can be given a name.
It is a common experience that a problem difficult at night is resolved in the morning after the committee of sleep has worked on it.
Man is not what he thinks he is, he is what he hides.
This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever.
Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.
While Poe and the Symbolists were exploring the irrational in literature, Freud had begun to explore the resonant figure/ground double-plot of the conscious and unconscious.
I have studied Freud and that kind of thing. I just never thought I would need it.
I never think about the play or visualize anything. I do what comes to me at that moment. Instinct. It has always been that way.
There is a basin in the mind where words float around on thought and thought on sound and sight. Then there is a depth of thought untouched by words, and deeper still a gulf of formless feelings untouched by thought.
To be sure, the ancient belief that the dream reveals the future is not entirely devoid of truth. By representing to us a wish as fulfilled the dream certainly leads us into the future; but this future, taken by the dreamer as present, has been formed into the likeness of that past by the indestructible wish.
Underneath all reason lies delirium and drift.
Psychoanalysis is that mental illness for which it regards itself as therapy.
Mankind are governed more by their feelings than by reason.
The only real valuable thing is intuition.
Intuition (is) perception via the unconscious
Dreams are real as long as they last. Can we say more of life?
It's my own personal unconscious that ultimately creates the novel's aesthetic facade.
The brain runs its show incognito.
