Carl Jung Quotes

How do you feel?” she asked, trying to fluff his pillow. “Other than terrible, I mean.” He moved his head slightly to the side. It seemed to be a sickly interpretation of a shrug. “Of course you’re feeling terrible,” she clarified, “but is there any change? More terrible? Less terrible?” He made no response. “The same amount of terrible?

Boy, you gotta be real sick to get this much attention.

Man is not the enemy here, but the fellow victim.

The pain of powerlessness is excruciating. It is the most painful experience in the earth school, and everyone shares it.

When our bodies are violated by this horrible disease of cancer, we're in total shock because it's so unexpected.

There is also a natural and very, very strong empathy with the underdog, with people who have suffered, people who have been pushed around by foreigners in particular, but also by their own people.

The abuse dies in a day, but the denial slays the life of the people, and entombs the hope of the race.

Being ill like this combines shock - this time I will die - with a pain and agony that are unfamiliar, that wrench me out of myself.

When a man is ill nothing is so important to him as his own illness.

I have suffered from depression for most of my life. It is an illness.

Like the experience of warfare, the endurance of grave or terminal illness involves long periods of tedium and anxiety, punctuated by briefer interludes of stark terror and pain.

I was hurting. I had some ailments I was dealing with. It's not like I was holding out.

Nothing I did contributed to me having cancer, so I can't sit back and say, 'Oh why me.' Why not me? Why does tragedy always have to hit someone else?

My money was stolen from me. I was eventually stripped of the ability to make even the most basic decisions... my daily life became unbearable.

There's nothing worse in life than to sit there and be the victim of a process that's outside your control.

Everyone gets sick, and everyone has to go.

There's nothing more raw in life than when you're sick.

We all know someone who has been affected by cancer.

I know what it's like to be threatened. I know what it's like to be humiliated and targeted.

When people repeatedly hit me, I would feel a sense of unfairness.

We are survivors from the moment of diagnosis.

If I'm not doing the work I want, I usually suffer a psychological allergic reaction and get ill. It niggles when things get out of my control.

Love is a malady, the common symptoms of which are the same in all patients.

I could have screamed, but I didn’t. I could have fought, but I didn’t. I just lay there and let it happen, watching the winter-white sky go gray above me.

Life is terrible. It rules us, we do not rule it.