Quotes About Friendship

Crying can bring relief, as long as you don't cry alone.

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

I feel wicked sleeping in a warm bed, while my dearest friends have been knocked down or have fallen into a gutter somewhere out in the cold night. I get frightened when I think of close friends who have now been delivered into the hands of the cruelest brutes that walk the earth. And all because they are Jews!

But it's the same with all my friends, just fun and joking, nothing more. I can never bring myself to talk of anything outside the common round.

I feel wicked sleeping in a warm bed, while somewhere out there my dearest friends are dropping from exhaustion or being knocked to the ground.

Poor Peter, he needs to be loved so much! It sounded so cold when he said he didn't need any friends. Oh, he's so wrong! I don't think he means it. He clings to his masculinity, his solitude and his feigned indif- ference so he can maintain his role, so he'll never, ever have to show his feelings.

I hope I will be able to confide everything to you, as I have never been able to confide in anyone, and I hope you will be a great source of comfort and support.

I get frightened myself when I think of close friends who are now at the mercy of the cruellest monsters ever to stalk the earth.

I have the feeling now that Peter and I share a secret. If he looks at me with those eyes that laugh and wink, then it's just as if a little light goes on inside me. I hope it will remain like this and that we may have many, many more glorious times together!

Ik wil geen aanbidders, maar vrienden, geen bewonderaars voor een vleiend lachje maar voor optreden en karakter. Ik weet heel goed dat dan de kring om me heen veel kleiner zou zijn. Maar wat hindert dat als ik nog maar een paar mensen, oprechte mensen, overhoud?

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

Peter Wessel and Peter Van Daan have grown into one Peter, who is beloved and good, and for whom I long desperately.

All I think about when I'm with friends is having a good time. I can't bring myself to talk about anything but ordinary everyday things. We don't seem to be able to get any closer, and that's the problem. Maybe it's my fault that we don't confide in each other. In any case, that's just how things are, and unfortunately they're not liable to change.

I want friends, not admirers. People who respect me for my character and my deeds, not my flattering smile. The circle around me would be much smaller, but what does that matter, as long as they're sincere?

But you're always a help to me! he said. How? I asked, greatly surprised. By being cheerful.

At least the object of my feelings is always there, and I needn't be afraid of rivals, except Margot. Don't think I'm in love, because I'm not, but I do have the feeling all the time that something fine can grow up between us, something that gives confidence and friendship.

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

unless I should ever find a real friend

Jan Gies won't need to. He'll let his wife ride piggyback, and then Miep

Plânsul poate s?-È›i aduc? o mare uÈ™urare, dar numai dac? ai pe cineva lâng? tine.

parecer no me falta nada, salvo la amiga del alma. Con

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

She's usually shy—outspoken at home, but reserved around other people. She blabs whatever you tell her to her mother. But she says what she thinks, and lately I've come to appreciate her a great deal.

I get frightened myself when I think of close friends who are now at the mercy of the cruelest monsters ever to stalk the earth. And all because they're Jews.