Marion Milner
Marion Milner
Marion Milner, sometimes known as Marion Blackett-Milner, was a British author and psychoanalyst. Outside psychotherapeutic circles, she is better known by her pseudonym, Joanna Field, as a pioneer of introspective journaling...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPsychologist
trying goes-on weak
It's weak and despicable to go on wanting things and not trying to get them.
time understanding growth
The growth of understanding follows an ascending spiral rather than a straight line.
roots causes obstacles
There seemed to be endless obstacles - it seemed that the root cause of them all was fear.
life believe miserable
Sometimes I find that in my happy moments I could not believe that I had ever been miserable.
thinking people worry
Once you assume your right to interfere in other people's problems they become in some ways more of a worry than your own, for with your own you can at least do what you think best, but other people always show such a persistent tendency to do the wrong thing.
thinking feelings want
I want to draw and study a few things closely by feeling, not thinking.
sacrifice love-is giving
Love is not getting, but giving. It is sacrifice. And sacrifice is glorious!
passion wind tree
Like a fierce wind roaring high up in the bare branches of trees, a wave of passion came over me, aimless but surging . . . I suppose it's lust, but it's awful and holy like thunder and lightning and the wind.
spiritual acceptance giving
until you have, once at least, faced everything you know - the whole universe - with utter giving in, and let all that is 'not you' flow over and engulf you, there can be no lasting sense of security. Only by being prepared to accept annihilation can one escape from that spiritual 'abiding alone' which is in fact the truly death-like state.
mean mindfulness accepting
I came to the conclusion then that "continual mindfulness". . . must mean, not a sergeantmajor-like drilling of thoughts, but a continual readiness to accept whatever came.
knows ifs
Perhaps if one really knew when one was happy one would know the things that were necessary in one's life.
memories thinking secret-places
Moments when the original 'poet' in each of us created the outside world for us, by finding the familiar in the unfamiliar, are perhaps forgotten by most people; or else they are guarded in some secret place of memory because they were too much like visitations by the gods to be mixed with everyday thinking.
feelings language evidence
Colour is, on the evidence of language alone, very bound up with the feelings.
children cutting garden
I want to feel myself part of things, of the great drift and swirl: not cut off, missing things, like being sent to bed early as a child, the blinds being drawn while the sun and cheerful voices came through the chink from the garden.