Quotes from Anne Frank

I believe that it's spring within me, I feel that spring is awakening, I feel it in my whole body and soul.

A little later I felt hopeful and full of expectation again, though my tears were still flowing -- on the inside.

Oh, it's so hard, the eternal struggle between heart and mind. There's a time and a place for both, but how can I be sure that I've chosen the right time?

And what would be the point of turning the Secret Annex into a Melancholy Annex?

But I'm not sorry, memories mean more to me than dresses.

penny is available for medical science, artists or the poor? Why do people have to starve when mountains of food are rotting away in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy?

They mustn't know my despair, I can't let them see the wounds which they have caused.

January 28th, 1944 That's something we should never forget; while others display their heroism in battle or against the Germans, our helpers prove theirs every day by their good spirits and affection.

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

A person who's happy will make others happy; a person who has courage and faith will never die in misery!

Why do grownups quarrel so easily, so much, and over the most idiotic things? Up till now I thought that only children squabbled and that wore off as you grew up.

I can easily quote the saying: Misfortunes never come singly.

He said life would have been much easier if he'd been a Christian or could become one after the war. I asked if he wanted to be baptized, but that wasn't what he meant either. He said he'd never be able to feel like a Christian, but that after the war he'd make sure nobody would know he was Jewish. I felt a momentary pang. It's such a shame he still has a touch of dishonesty in him.

I have my faults, just like everyone else, I know that, but they thoroughly exaggerate everything.

Of course, there are those who blow you kisses or try to take hold of your arm, but they're definitely knocking on the wrong door.

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.

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.

Friday, December 10, 1942

I swallow Valerian pills every day against worry and depression, but it doesn't prevent me from being even more miserable the next day.

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.

It's not the fault of the Dutch that we Jews are having such a bad time.

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