Quotes from Anne Frank

Helpless, heartbroken and lonely, Katrien sank into the grass at the side of the road and wept—wept until she had no more tears. Darkness had already set in by the time she picked up the overturned basket and headed home. From somewhere in the grass came the gleam of a silver thimble…

It's difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality.

I can't let them see my doubts, or the wounds they've inflicted on me. I couldn't bear their sympathy or their good-humored derision.

Las mujeres son soldados mucho más valientes y heroicos, que combaten y padecen dolores para preservar la humanidad, mucho más que tantos libertadores con todas sus bonitas historias.

Acalmo a consciência com o pensamento de que é melhor escrever as palavras cruéis no papel, do que a Mamã ter de as carregar no coração.

Must I keep thinking about those other people, whatever I am doing? And if I want to laugh about something, should I stop myself quickly and feel ashamed that I am cheerful? Ought I then to cry the whole day long? No, that I can't do. Besides, in time this gloom will wear off.

Porque para quien aún no lo sepa, que tome nota y lo viva en su propia carne: ¡una conciencia tranquila te hace sentir fuerte!

To begin with, Margot's a girl, and girls are always more mature than boys.

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

en el futuro le tendré miedo a la verdad, puesto que cuanto más se la pospone, tanto más difícil es enfrentarla.

Father, Mother and Margot still can't get used to the chiming of the Westertoren clock, which tells us the time every quarter of an hour. Not me, I liked it from the start; it sounds so reassuring, especially at night.

but I long to have a really good time for once and to laugh so hard it hurts. We're stuck in this house like lepers

Now I live only for Peter

No me juzgues, sino considérame simplemente como un ser que siente a veces que la copa desborda.

I'll have to become a good person on my own, without anyone to serve as a model or advise me, but it'll make me stronger in the end.

Besides, your imagination often plays tricks on you in moments of danger.

Sometimes old people have really old-fashioned ideas, but that doesn't mean I have to go along with them.

She's also the one who brings five library books with her every Saturday. We long for Saturdays because that means books. We're like a bunch of little kids with a present. Ordinary people don't know how much books can mean to someone who's cooped up. Our only diversions are reading, studying and listening to the radio.

Despite all my theories and efforts, I miss -- every day and every hour of the day -- having a mother who understands me. That's why with everything I do and write, I imagine the kind of mom I'd like to be to my children later on. The kind of mom who doesn't take everything people say too seriously, but who does take me seriously.

For someone like me, it is a very strange habit to write in a diary. Not only that I have never written before, but it strikes me that later neither I, nor anyone else, will care for the outpouring of a thirteen year old schoolgirl.

I understand my girlfriends better than my own mother. Isn't that a shame?

That's how every act of carelessness begins and ends. No one will notice, no one will hear, no one will pay the least bit of attention. Easy to say, but is it true?

Besides that, our potatoes have contracted such strange diseases that one out of every two buckets of pommes de terre winds up in the garbage. We entertain ourselves by trying to figure out which disease they've got, and we've reached the conclusion that they suffer from cancer, smallpox and measles. Honestly, being in hiding during the fourth year of the war is no picnic. If only the whole stinking mess were over!

war's greatest evil—the degradation of the human spirit.