Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill.
In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery and death.
I don't believe that the big men, the politicians and the capitalists alone are guilty of the war. Oh, no, the little man is just as keen, otherwise the people of the world would have risen in revolt long ago! There is an urge and rage in people to destroy, to kill, to murder, and until all mankind,
Ordinary people don't know how much books can mean to someone who's cooped up.
You can get around to meaningful conversations more quickly in the dark than with the sun tickling your face.
I'm sentimental--I know. I'm desperate and silly--I know that too. Oh, help me!
We can't control our destiny, but we can control who we become.
Give and you shall receive, much more that you ever thought possible. Give and give again. People who give will never be poor!
I must uphold my ideals, for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able to carry them out.
I wonder if anyone can ever succeed in making their children content.
And you can always, always, give kindness
Why can't people live with each other in peace? Why must everything be destroyed? Why must people go hungry while surplus food elsewhere in the world rots away? Oh why must people be so crazy?
Where there's hope, there's life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.
Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?
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, whet
One must apply one's reason to everything here, learning to obey, to shut up, to help, to be good, to give in, and I don't know what else. I'm afraid I shall use up all my brains too quickly, and I haven't got so very many. Then I shall not have any left for when the war is over.
Once again St. Nicholas Day Has 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 doubt That 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 forg
I wish to go on living even after my death.
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,
The only way to truly know a person is to argue with them. For when they argue in full swing, then they reveal their true character.
A person who's happy will make others happy; a person who has courage and faith will never die in misery
In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply canâ€™t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can
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.
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.
I have often been downcast, but never in despair; I regard our hiding as a dangerous adventure, romantic and interesting at the same time. In my diary I treat all the privations as amusing. I have made up my mind now to lead a different life from other girls and, later on, different from ordinary ho
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.
We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same. Anne Fran
Our lives are fashioned by our choices. First we make our choices. Then our choices make us.
As long as this exists, this sunshine and this cloudless sky, and as long as I can enjoy it, how can I be sad?
Who knows, perhaps he doesn't care about me at all and look at the others in just the same way.