This girl later became my mother-in-law. She admired my father.
I did not see her again until I was twenty-one years old. ~Carl Jung, Memories Dreams Reflections, Page 9
I began to see my parents with different eyes, and to understand their cares and worries.
For my father in particular I felt compassion less, curiously enough, for my mother I was seized with the most vehement pity for my father.
All at once I understood the tragedy of his profession and his life.
He was struggling with a death whose existence he could not admit.
An abyss had opened between him and me, and I saw no possibility of ever bridging it, for it was infinite in extent.
I could not plunge my dear and generous father, who in so many matters left me to myself and had never tyrannized over me, into that despair and sacrilege which were necessary for an experience of divine grace.
Only God could do that. I had no right to; it would be inhuman.
God is not human, I thought; that is His greatness, that nothing human impinges on Him. ~Carl Jung, Memories Dreams Reflections, Page 55.
From him I learned the impressive news that he had become friendly with the Catholic priest there.
This seemed to me an act of extraordinary boldness, and secretly I admired my father’s courage. ~Carl Jung, Memories Dreams Reflections, Page 78