Anne Frank

“Why are millions spent on the war each day, while not a penny is available for ... artists or the poor? Why do people have to starve when mountians of food are rotting away in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy?”

“In the future I'm going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality.”

“I think it's odd that grown-ups quarrel so easily and so often and about such petty matters. Up to now I always thought bickering was just something children did and that they outgrew it.”

“Why do we trust one another so little? I know there must be a reason, but still I sometimes think it's horrible that you find you can never really confide in people, even in those who are nearest to you.”

“Paper is more patient than man.”

“I live in a crazy time.”

“An empty day, though clear and bright,Is just as dark as any night.”

“It's difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It's a wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.”

“Love, what is love? I don't think you can really put it into words. Love is understanding someone, caring for him, sharing his joys and sorrows. This eventually includes physical love. You've shared something, given something away and received something in return, whether or not you're married, whether or not you have a baby. Losing your virtue doesn't matter, as long as you know that for as long as you live you'll have someone at your side who understands you, and who doesn't have to be shared with anyone else!”

“Riches, prestige, everything can be lost. But the happiness in your own heart can only be dimmed; it will always be there, as long as you live, to make you happy again.Whenever you're feeling lonely or sad, try going to the loft on a beautiful day and looking outside. Not at the houses and the rooftops, but at the sky. As long as you can look fearlessly at the sky, you'll know that you're pure within and will find happiness once more.”

“It looms before us, an impenetrable wall, trying to crush us, but not yet able to.”

“I am what a romantic movie is to a profound thinker - a mere diversion, a comic interlude, something that is soon forgotten.”

“It's an odd idea for someone like me to keep a diary; not only because I have never done so before, but because it seems to me that neither I - nor for that matter anyone else - will be interested in the unbosomings of a thirteen-year-old school girl.”

“Quienes no escriben no saben lo bonito que es escribir. Antes siempre me lamentaba por no saber dibujar...”

“leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing”

“How true Daddy's words were when he said: all children must look after their own upbringing. Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands.”

“I get cross, then sad, and finally end up turning my heart inside out, and keep trying to find a way to become what I'd like to be and what I could be if....if only there were no other people in the world.”

“Everyone thinks I'm showing off when I talk, ridiculous when I'm silent, insolent when I answer, cunning when I have a good idea, lazy when I'm tired, selfish when I eat one bite more than I should.”

“I'm sentimental--I know. I'm desperate and silly--I know that too. Oh, help me!”

“Peter Wessel and Peter Van Daan have grown into one Peter, who is beloved and good, and for whom I long desperately.”

“The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.”

“A voice within me is sobbing, "You see that's what's become of you. You're surrounded by negative opinions, dismayed looks and mocking faces, people who dislike you, and all because you don't listen to the advice of your own better half." Believe me, I'd like to listen, but it doesn't work, because if I'm quiet and serious, everyone thinks I'm putting on a new act and I have to save myself with a joke, and then I'm not even talking about my own family, who assume I must be sick, stuff me with aspirins and setatives, feel my neck and forehead to see if I have a temperature, ask about my bowel movements and berate me for being in a bad mood, until I just can't keep it up anymore, because when everybody starts hovering over me, I get cross, then sad, an finally end up turning my heart inside out, the bad part on the outside and the good part on the inside, and keep trying to find a way to become what I'd like to be and what I could be if . . . if only there were no other people in the world.Yours, Anne M. Frank.”

“I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.”

“Sympathy, Love, Fortune... We all have these qualities but still tend to not use them!”

“Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.”

“I wish to go on living even after my death.”

“If I read a book that impresses me, I have to take myself firmly in hand before I mix with other people; otherwise they would think my mind rather queer.”

“People can tell you to keep your mouth shut, but that doesn't stop you from having your own opinion.”

“How lovely to think that no one need wait a moment, we can start now, start slowly changing the world! How lovely that everyone, great and small, can make their contribution toward introducing justice straightaway... And you can always, always give something, even if it is only kindness!”

“Up till now I always thought bickering was just something children did and they outgrew it. Of course, there's sometimes a reason to have a 'real' quarrel, but the verbal exchanges that take place here are just plain bickering. I should be used to the fact that these squabbles are daily occurrences, but I'm not and never will be as long as I'm the subject of nearly every discussion. (They refer to these as 'discussions instead of 'quarrels', but Germans don't know the difference!)”

“I've found that there is always some beauty left -- in nature, sunshine, freedom, in yourself; these can all help you.”

“This is a photograph of me as I wish I looked all the time. Then I might have a chance of getting in Hollywood.”

“I don't have much in the way of money or worldly possessions, I'm not beautiful, intelligent or clever, but I'm happy, and I intend to stay that way! I was born happy, I love people, I have a trusting nature, and I'd like everyone else to be happy too. ”

“You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody's one and only.”

“Виждам как светът бавно все повече заприличва на пустиня,все по-силно чувам приближаващата се гръмотевична буря,която ще унищожи и нас,съчувствам на мъката на милиони хора,но като погледна към небето,си мисля,че всичко все пак ще се оправи,че тази жестокост ще свърши,че ще настъпят спокойствие и мир в света.Дотогава трябва да пазя идеалите си.Във времената,които идват,може би все пак ще мога да ги осъществя.”

“There's something happening everyday, but I'm too tired and lazy to write it all down.”

“I want be a writer”

“Don't condemn me, remember rather that sometimes I, too, can reach the bursting point.”

“Memories mean more to me than dresses.”

“I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.”

“A quiet conscience makes one strong!”

“I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness. I hear the ever-approaching thunder, which will destroy us too. I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right.”

“Boys will be boys. And even that wouldn't matter if only we could prevent girls from being girls.”

“Sometimes I believe that God wants to try me, both now and later on; I must become good through my own efforts, without examples and without good advice.”

“I've learned one thing: you can only really get to know a person after a row. Only then can you judge their true character!”

“The final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands.”

“As long as this exists, this sunshine and this cloudless sky, and as long as I can enjoy it, how can I be sad?”

“Once again St. Nicholas DayHas even come to our hideaway;It won't be quite as fun, I fear,As the happy day we had last year.Then we were hopeful, no reason to doubtThat optimism would win the bout,And by the time this year came round,We'd all be free, and safe and sound.Still, let's not forget it's St. Nicholas Day,Though we've nothing left to give away.We'll have to find something else to do:So everyone please look in their shoe!”

“Looking back, I realize that this period of my life has irrevocably come to a close; my happy-go-lucky, carefree schooldays are gone forever. I don't even miss them. I've outgrown them. I can no longer just kid around, since my serious side is always there.”

“The question is very understandable, but no one has found a satisfactory answer to it so far. Yes, why do they make still more gigantic planes, still heavier bombs and, at the same time, prefabricated houses for reconstruction? Why should millions be spent daily on the war and yet there's not a penny available for medical services, artists, or for poor people?Why do some people have to starve, while there are surpluses rotting in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy?”