Quotes from Anne Frank

in spite of everything, I still don't have enough faith in God. He's given me so much, which I don't deserve, and yet each day I make so many mistakes!

The last entry in Anne's diary is dated August 1, 1944. On August 4, 1944, the eight people hiding in the Secret Annex were arrested. Miep Gies and Bep Voskuijl, the two secretaries working in the building, found Anne's diaries strewn all over the floor. Miep Gies tucked them away in a desk drawer for safekeeping. After the war, when it became clear that Anne was dead, she gave the diaries, unread, to Anne's father, Otto Frank.

They were pale, and didn't say a word when Cady entered the room. Had they been sitting like this every night for months? Seeing all those pale and frightened faces was awful. With each bang of an outside door, a shock went through everyone in the room, as if the door to life itself were symbolically being slammed shut.

Peter was the ideal boy: tall, good-looking and slender, with a serious, quiet and intelligent face. He had dark hair, beautiful brown eyes, pale cheeks and a nicely pointed nose. I was crazy about his smile, which made him look so boyish and mischievous.

You couldn't do this and you couldn't do that, but life went on.

It's strange, writing a diary. Of course, I've written things before, but who will be interested in the thoughts of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl? Well, does it matter? I want to write, and I want to bring out so many things that lie deep in my heart.

Gandhi, the champion of Indian freedom, is on one of his umpteenth hunger strikes.

Bep's easy to please and that pleases us.

Cel mai r?u e c? nici tata, nici mama nu înÈ›eleg c? nu-È™i îndeplinesc obligaÈ›iile fa?? de mine È™i c? eu îi condamn pentru asta. Poate oare cineva s?-È™i mulÈ›umeasc? pe deplin copiii?

que los hombres sean felices en la humilde pero hermosa Naturaleza.

Y estoy convencida de que la naturaleza es capaz de paliar muchas cosas terribles, pese a todo el horror.

mientras uno siga teniendo esa dicha interior, esa dicha por la Naturaleza, por la salud y por tantas otras cosas; mientras uno lleve eso dentro, siempre volverá a ser feliz.

The best remedy for those who are frightened, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere they can be alone, alone with the sky, nature and God. For then and only then can you feel that everything is as it should be and that God wants people to be happy amid nature's beauty and simplicity.

Trebuie s? devin bun? singur?, f?r? exemple È™i f?r? discursuri, asta pentru ca mai târziu s? fiu cât mai puternic?.

Every day I think what a fascinating and amusing adventure this is! With all that, why should I despair?

La riqueza, la fama, todo se puede perder, pero la dicha en el corazón a lo sumo puede velarse, y siempre, mientras vivas, volverá a hacerte feliz.

Inténtalo tú también, alguna vez que te sientas solo y desdichado o triste y estés en la buhardilla cuando haga un tiempo tan hermoso. No mires las casas y los tejados, sino al cielo. Mientras puedas mirar al cielo sin temor, sabrás que eres puro por dentro y que, pase lo que pase, volverás a ser feliz.

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.

we're all leading lives that are different and yet the same

I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I've never met. I want to go on living even after my death! And that's why I'm so grateful to God for having given me this gift, which I can use to develop myself and to express all that's inside me!

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.

Dearest Kitty, So there we were, Father, Mother and I, walking in the pouring rain, each of us with a schoolbag and a shopping bag filled to the brim with the most varied assortment of items. The people on their way to work at that early hour gave us sympathetic looks; you could tell by their faces that they were sorry they couldn't offer us some kind of transportation; the conspicuous yellow star spoke for itself. Only

Real slum kids with runny noses.

God has not forsaken me, and He never will.