Quotes About Anne Frank

condemn me, but think of me as a person who sometimes

The real names of the other people hiding in the Secret Annexe are: THE VAN PELS FAMILY (from Osnabrück, Germany): Auguste van Pels (born 9 September 1900) Hermann van Pels (born 31 March 1898) Peter van Pels (born 8 November 1926) Called

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.

I thanked the interesting old lady and I now know that so-called interesting men owe their reputation to their looks alone.

Our only diversions are reading, studying and listening to the wireless.

and Father's fondness for talking about farting and going to the bathroom is disgusting.

Yes, in the sense that I felt a certain contentment. Not always, mind you. I moaned and groaned from time to time. But I was never downright depressed again, probably because I realized that sadness comes from feeling sorry for yourself and happiness from joy.

few nights ago I was the topic of discussion, and we all decided I was an ignoramus.

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.

We long for Saturdays because that means books. We're like a lot of little children 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 wireless.

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

All college students are being asked to sign an official statement to the effect that they "sympathize with the Germans and approve of the New Order." Eighty percent have decided to obey the dictates of their conscience, but the penalty will be severe. Any student refusing to sign will be sent to a German labor camp. What's to become of the youth of our country if they've all got to do hard labor in Germany?

Actually, I'm what a romantic movie is to a profound thinker—a mere diversion, a comic interlude, something that is soon forgotten: not bad, but not particularly good either.

One must apply one's reason to everything here, learning to obey, to hold your tongue, to help, to be good, to give in, and I don't know what else. I'm afraid I shall use up all my brains too quickly, and I haven't got so very many. Then I shall not have any left for when the war is over. Yours

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.

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.

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

I seriously doubt whether anyone will be interested in this dribble

Ik antwoord niet eens meer, ga op een divan liggen en slaap om de tijd, de stilte, de verschrikkelijke angst ook, te verkorten, want te doden zijn ze niet.

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.

Every show you do, you have to do research, and I love to dig into things. I learned about World War II by doing 'Anne Frank.'

his hope was that she would finish her damn book quietly and just leave; that one morning he would awaken and go up to the attic, and Anne Frank would be gone, and he could go on with his life, Anne-free. One hundred percent Frankless. Now with Less Genocide.

Anne Frank was a very lively girl and always wanted to draw a lot of people around her and wanted to be the centre of attention.