He was telling the students about the hypnotic technique of using quotes in a conversation. An idea is more palatable. . . if it comes from someone else. The unconscious thinks in terms of content and structure. If you introduce a pattern with the words, 'My friend was telling me,' the critical part of her mind shuts off.
The possibility seems to be that what we call styles, or what we call motifs, are actually categories in the unconscious.
There is no sense talking about "being true to yourself" until you are sure what voice you are being true to. It takes hard work to differentiate the voices of the unconscious.
There is a method in his madness, and the rudimentary idea in my mind is growing. It will be a whole idea soon, and then, oh, unconscious cerebration.
Unlearning is the choice, conscious or unconscious, of any real artist. And it is the true sign of maturity.
I destroy the painting as soon as I can see what it is. When I can make out something in it, I destroy it because it's no longer coming from my unconscious.
No science can be more secure than the unconscious metaphysics which tacitly it presupposes.
Properly speaking, the unconscious is the real psychic; its inner nature is just as unknown to us as the reality of the external world, and it is just as imperfectly reported to us through the data of consciousness as is the external world through the indications of our sensory organs.
Genius is inconsiderate, self-relying, and, like unconscious beauty, without any intention to please.
For a woman, the typical danger emanating from the unconscious comes from above, from the "spiritual" sphere personified by the animus, whereas for a man it comes from the chthonic realm of the "world and woman," i. e. , the anima projected on to the world.
Man's task is to become conscious of the contents that press upward from the unconscious.
There is a great amount of poetry in unconscious fastidiousness.
Only by discovering alchemy have I clearly understood that the Unconscious is a process and that ego's rapport with the Unconscious and its contents initiate an evolution, more precisely, a real metamorphosis of the psyche.
All of my unconscious fears were in my face about letting go of the current identity. A lot of the thoughts that came up were fear-based and false, so I had to work to let them go.
The contempt which men feel for the prostitute, and the fact that they have always regarded themselves as far superior to her, even when they made use of her, suggests an attempt to rationalize the situation; it might be explained as an unconscious transference to the woman of the shame they feel for themselves in these relations.
The conscious life of the mind is of small importance in comparison with its unconscious life.
The unconscious wants truth. It ceases to speak to those who want something else more than truth.
The individual who is the servant of technique must be completely unconscious of himself.
The seed of the idea is developed by both labor and the unconscious, and the struggle that goes on between them.
We're talking about the struggle to drag a thought over from the mush of the unconscious into some kind of grammar, syntax, human sense; every attempt means starting over with language. Starting over with accuracy.