Quotes from Anne Frank

Still, I can't help telling you that lately I've begun to feel deserted. I'm surrounded by too great a void. I never used to give it much thought, since my mind was filled with my friends and having a good time. Now I think either about unhappy things or about myself. It's taken a while, but I've finally realized that Father, no matter how kind he may be, can't take the place of my former world.

El llanto es capaz de proporcionar alivio, pero tiene que haber alguien con quien llorar.

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

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.

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

Peleándose abiertamente una buena vez es como se aprende a conocerse a fondo. ¡Es entonces cuando en realidad puede juzgarse un carácter!

What's the good of thinking of misery when you're already miserable? That's stupid!

I'm awfully scared that everyone who knows me as I always am will discover that I have another side, a finer and better side. I'm afraid they'll laugh at me, think I'm ridiculous and sentimental, not take me seriously. I'm used to not being taken seriously but it's only the lighthearted Anne that's used to it and can bear it; the deeper Anne is too frail for it.

Ordinarily people don't know how much books can mean to someone whose cooped up. Our only diversions are reading, studying and listening to the wirelessly.

Why do people have to starve when mountains of food are rotting away in other parts of the world?

Expectation and hope generate tension, as does fear.

Things are going well on the political front. Italy has banned the Fascist Party. The people are fighting the Fascists in many places—even the army has joined the fight. How can a country like that continue to wage war against England?

ponen muy sentimentales cuando están juntos, y yo prefiero serlo cuando estoy sola. Y luego hablan de lo bien que estamos y que nos llevamos los cuatro, y de que somos una familia muy unida, pero en ningún momento se les ocurre pensar en que yo no lo siento así.

Ordinarily people don't know how much books can mean to someone whose cooped up. Our only diversions are reading, studying and listening to the wireless.

My parents are much too afraid of an argument to say anything, which is a shame, because I think people like that should always be given a taste of their own medicine.

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, stupid, cowardly, calculating, etc., etc. All day long I hear nothing but what an exasperating child I am, and although I laugh it off and pretend not to mind, I do mind. I wish I could ask God to give me another personality, one that doesn't antagonize everyone.

Now that we've been in hiding for a little over a year, you know a great deal about our lives. Still, I can't possibly tell you everything, since it's all so different compared to ordinary times and ordinary people.

Ich danke dir für all das Gute und Liebe und Schöne.

I want the diary to be my friend, and I'm going to call this friend Kitty.

If we can save even one of our friends, the rest doesn't matter.

but you have to make sacrifices for a good cause, and I'm glad I can make this small one.

December 24th, 1943 ...I long to have a really good time for once and to laugh so hard it hurts...Actually, I shouldn't even be writing this, since it makes me seem so ungrateful, but I can't keep everything to myself, so I'll repeat what I said at the beginning: Paper is more patient than people.

I'm surprised at my childish innocence. Deep down I know I could never be that innocent again, however much I'd like to be.

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