The horrors of war, pale beside the loss of a mother

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.

I am no longer afraid to say anything.

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

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

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.

The horrors of war, pale beside the loss of a mother