Just imagine how interesting it would be if I were to publish a romance of the "Secret Annexe." The title alone would be enough to make people think it was a detective story.
Deep down I know I could never be that innocent again, however much I'd like to be.
Parents can only advise their children or point them in the right direction. Ultimately people shape their own characters.
I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.
Yes, there is no doubt that paper is patient and as I don't intend to show this cardboard-covered notebook, bearing the proud name of "diary," to anyone, unless I find a real friend, boy or girl, probably nobody cares. And now I come to the root of the matter, the reason for my starting a diary: it
I can't let them see my doubts, or the wounds they've inflicted on me.
Riches, power and fame last only for a few years! Why do people cling so desperately to these transitory things? Why can't people who have more than they need for themselves give that surplus to their fellow citizens? Why should some people have such a hard time during their few years on this earth?
No one ever was the poorer for giving
Let's not talk about it any more, but if you still want anything please write to me about it, because I can say what I mean much better on paper.
Older people have formed their opinions about everything, and don't waver before they act. It's twice as hard for us young ones to hold our ground, and maintain our opinions, in a time when all ideals are being shattered and destroyed, when people are showing their worst side, and do not know whethe
Even when I was older, I couldn't stop asking questions.
Misfortunes never come singly.
I simply can't build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death... I think... peace and tranquillity will return again.
He clings to his solitude, to his affected indifference and his grown-up ways, but it's just an act, so as never, never to show his real feelings.
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 had to hold my head up high and put a bold face on things, but the thoughts keep coming anyways.
Everyone has inside of him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don't know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is!
It is becoming a bad dream-- in the daytime as well as at night. I see him nearly all the time and can't get at him, I mustn't show anything, must remain gay while I'm really in despair.
Laziness may appear attractive, but work gives satisfaction. Anne Fran
We lit the stove a few days ago and the entire room is filled with smoke. I prefer central heating, and I'm probably not the only one.
You must work and do good, not be lazy and gamble, if you wish to earn happiness. Laziness may appear attractive, but work gives satisfaction.
How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.
At any rate, Daddy usually comes to my defence. Without him I wouldn't be able to stick out here.
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 penn
What one Christian does is his own responsibility, what one Jew does is thrown back at all Jews.
Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill.
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.
Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.
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.
I simply can't imagine the world will ever be normal again for us. I do talk about "after the war," but it's as if I'm talking about a castle in the air, something that can never come true.