Quotes About Diary

he escrito, sino porque me da la impresión de que más tarde ni a mí ni a ninguna otra persona le interesarán las confidencias de una colegiala de trece años. Pero eso en realidad da igual, tengo ganas de escribir y mucho más de desahogarme y sacarme de una vez unas cuantas espinas.

let my own children read her books

haré que el propio diario sea esa amiga, y esa amiga se llamará Kitty.

Friday, December 10, 1942

Nosotros cuatro todavía estamos bien, y así hemos llegado al día de hoy, 20 de junio de 1942, fecha en que estreno mi diario con toda solemnidad.

Thursday, 15 June, 1944

Writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me. Not only because I've never written anything before, but also because it seems to me that later on neither I nor anyone else will be interested in the musings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl. Oh well, it doesn't matter. I feel like writing, and I have an even greater need to get all kinds of things off my chest.

Wednesday, July 7, 1943

I look upon our life in hiding as an interesting adventure, full of danger and romance, and every privatisation as an amusing addition to my diary. I've made up my mind to lead a different life from other girls, and not to become an ordinary housewife later on.

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 schoolgirl. Still, what does that matter? I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie burried deep in my heart.

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.

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.

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

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 pour my heart out to you, and the rest of the time I'm as impudent, cheerful and self-confident as possible to avoid questions and keep from getting on my own nerves.

Thursday, 5 August, 1943

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

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 know that I can write, a couple of my stories are good, my descriptions of the 'Secret Annex' are humorous, there's a lot in my diary that speaks, but whether I have real talent remains to be seen.

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 13-year-old schoolgirl. Still, what does that matter? I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.

Look, this isn't The Mummy. It's not like a teenaged girl's diary could resurrect the dead or anything. It's just the story of her innocuous life. What on earth could an ancient girl have known that would be worth killing someone over? (Tory) You're asking me that question? People kill each other over a pair of shoes or for wearing the same jacket. (Acheron)

ANDERSONVILLE DIARY JOHN H. RANSOM, LATE FIRST SERGEANT NINTH MICH. CAV., AUTHOR AND PUBLISHER, 1881

I cannot say anything about going away. I cannot say anything even in this diary. Perhaps it is better not to say anything ever. I must try not to say anything more to Eddie, when I have said things it has always been a mistake.

Wir gingen in keinen Nachtclub, schrieb sie in ihr Tagebuch. Eigentlich nur gut, denn angeblich ist es dort ausgesprochen langweilig - nur etwas für Leute, die viel trinken und sich verlieben wollen.