Quotes About Isolation

Many people think nature is beautiful, many people sleep from time to time under starry sky, and many people in hospitals and prisons long for the day when they'll be free to enjoy what nature has to offer. But few are as isolated and cut off as we are from the joys of nature, which can be shared by rich and poor alike.

Not being able to go outside upsets me more than I can say, and I'm terrified our hiding place will be discovered and that we'll be shot. That, of course, is a fairly dismal prospect.

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.

I simply can't imagine the world will ever be normal again for us. I do talk about "after the war," but it's as if I were talking about a castle in the air, something that can Ii never come true.

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

Ho un grande bisogno di star sola. Papà ha notato che sono diversa dal solito, ma non posso raccontargli tutto. «Lasciatemi in pace, lasciatemi sola!» vorrei gridare. Chi sa che un giorno non resti ancor più sola di quanto desidero. Il diario di Anne Frank , Anne Frank.

unless I should ever find a real friend

My longing to talk to someone became so intense that somehow or other I took it into my head to choose Peter.

She's not a mother to me – I have to mother myself. I've cut myself adrift from them. I'm charting my own course, and we'll see where it leads me.

Let me out, where there's fresh air and laughter! a voice within me cries.

Cu toat? iubirea multora din jur, un om poate s? se simt? singur atunci când nu e pentru nimeni "cel mai drag".

they mustn't know my despair, I can't let them see the wounds which they have caused, I couldn't bear their sympathy and their kindhearted jokes, it would only make me want to scream all the more.

because jj when everybody starts hovering over me, I get cross, then sad, and finally end up turning my heart inside g out, the bad part on the outside and the good part on the inside, and keep trying to find a way to become what I'd like to be and what I could be if . . . if only there were no other people in the world. Yours, Anne M. Frank ANNE'S DIARY ENDS HERE.

Who knows, perhaps the day will come when I'm left alone more than I'd like!

Nos veo a los ocho y a la Casa de atrás, como si fuéramos un trozo de cielo azul, rodeado de nubes de lluvia negras, muy negras. La isla redonda en la que nos encontramos aún es segura, pero las nubes se van acercando, y el anillo que nos separa del peligro inminente se cierra cada vez más. Ya estamos tan rodeados de peligros y de oscuridad, que la desesperación por buscar una escapatoria nos hace tropezar unos con otros. Miramos

New problems: Mrs. Van Daan is desperate, talks about a bullet through her head, prison, hanging, and suicide. She's jealous that Peter confides in me and not her.

It is the silence that frightens me so in the evenings and at night.

wander from room to room, climb up and down the stairs and feel like a songbird whose wings have been ripped off and who keeps hurling itself against the bars of its dark cage.

Wednesday, July 7, 1943

I start by getting snappy, then unhappy, and finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and what I could be, if…there weren't any other people living in the world.

Ordinary people don't know how much books can mean to someone who's cooped up.

As you can see, I'm currently in the middle of a depression.

Nothing else mattered.

I can't keep that up...finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside and keep trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and what I could be, if...there weren't any other people living in the world.