Quotes About Diary

Thanks to her having kept a diary even as a teenager, Mary was able to give the exact date of her arrival in Hollywood: April 19, 1923, two weeks before her seventeenth birthday.

Why was I worried? Because if, in everyday life, I was so embarrassed, so cautious, that I scarcely breathed, the diary produced in me a craving for truth. I thought that when one writes, it makes no sense to be contained, to censor oneself, and as a result I wrote mostly—maybe only—about what I would have preferred to be silent about, resorting among other things to a vocabulary that I would never have dared to use in speaking. This

As it was he had moods and depressions which might last for weeks. And of these there is ample evidence in diary. The man with the nerves gets things done but sometimes he has a terrible time in doing them. " Written about Scott in Chapter 6

There's a gap between what I want to do, what I do on camera, and what gets edited. Right? So the goal is to try and close the gaps. What's the biggest compliment is if I read a review and it's exactly what I wrote down in my diary before ever filming it. That's really cool. That's the biggest signifier of closing the gaps.

The public persona that Kahlo presented in interviews and in her meticulously staged photographic portraits is substantially different from 'the many Fridas' we encounter when reading her private letters, carefully studying her diary or analysing the profound and complex art she created. Contradictions abound.

One of the scariest moments was being on Tyler Perry's first movie, 'Diary of a Mad Black Woman.'

It is, writing music is like therapy for me, it's like writing everything down in a diary. It's my way of getting all my emotions and feelings out on paper.

I've been making a diary of the daft things people have said during London Fashion Week, and it does wear a little bit thin, everyone comparing my name to Edie Sedgwick.

The night before I left on the sealed bullet train, I reread my old diary, and then I knew what the Gardeners meant when they said, Be careful what you write. There were my own words from the time when I was so happy, except that now it was torture to read them. I took the diary down the street and around the corner and shoved it into a garboil dumpster. It would turn into oil and then all those red hearts I'd drawn would go up in smoke, but at least they would be useful along the way.

I haven't lost my faith, but I've lost my religion. I still believe in something so deeply. ... I've never really gotten past that quote from Anne Frank in her diary, where she says that people are really good at heart. But I feel like the Catholic Church — no — the Catholic hierarchy has been disinviting people like me, and especially women like me, for so many years that I finally took the hint.

Chapter 40, the centre of violation, in which Huntingdon rakes through her diary, discovers her savings and has her paintings burned, a spiritual rape.

The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.

Who else but me is ever going to read these letters?

It's an odd idea for someone like me to keep a diary; not only because I have never done so before, but because it seems to me that neither I - nor for that matter anyone else - will be interested in the unbosomings of a thirteen-year-old school girl.

The nicest part is being able to write down all my thoughts and feeling; otherwise, I might suffocate.

Escrever um diário é uma experiência realmente estranha para uma pessoa como eu. Não só porque nunca escrevi nada antes, mas também porque me parece que, mais tarde, nem eu nem ninguém estará interessado nos devaneios de uma rapariga de treze anos.

Espero confiártelo todo como hasta ahora no he podido hacerlo con nadie; confío, también, en que tú serás para mí un gran sostén. Ana Frank 12 de junio de 1942

Yes, paper does have more patience, and since I'm not planning to let anyone else read this stiff-backed notebook grandly referred to as a "diary," unless I should ever find a real friend, it probably won't make a bit of difference.

On Friday, June 12th, I woke up at six o'clock and no wonder; it was my birthday.

Heme aquí llegada al punto de partida, a la idea de comenzar un Diario: yo no tengo amiga.

Kitty, The "Secret Annexe

Thursday, 6 January, 1944

same request

Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?