Quotes from Anne Frank

Our lives are fashioned by our choices. First we make our choices. Then our choices make us.

This is a photograph of me as I wish I looked all the time. Then I might have a chance of getting in Hollywood.

Ordinary people simply don't know what books mean to us, shut up here. Reading, learning, and the radio are our amusements.

I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness. I hear the ever-approaching thunder, which will destroy us too. I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right.

A person can be lonely even if he is loved by many people, because he is still not the One and Only to anyone.

Don't be too assuming, it doesn't get you anywhere.

What I condemn are our system of values and the men who don't acknowledge how great, difficult, but ultimately beautiful women's share in society is.

Misfortunes never come singly.

I am what a romantic movie is to a profound thinker - a mere diversion, a comic interlude, something that is soon forgotten.

But I won't bore you any longer on the subject of old men. It won't make things any better and all my plans of revenge (such as disconnecting the lamp, shutting the door, hiding his clothes) must be abandoned in order to keep the peace. Oh, I'm becoming so sensible! ...

I also have a brand-new prescription for gunfire jitters: When the shooting gets loud, proceed to the nearest wooden staircase. Run up and down a few times, making sure to stumble at least once. What with the scratches and the noise of running and falling, you won't even be able to hear the shooting, much less worry about it. Yours truly has put this magic formula to use, with great success!

One gets on better in life if one is not over modest.

It is becoming a bad dream-- in the daytime as well as at night. I see him nearly all the time and can't get at him, I mustn't show anything, must remain gay while I'm really in despair.

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

but i've slammed the door to my inner self; if he ever wants to force the lock again, he'll have to use a harder crowbar!

Who knows, perhaps he doesn't care about me at all and look at the others in just the same way.

I looked up in the sky and trusted in God.

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!

I wonder if anyone can ever succeed in making their children content.

He clings to his solitude, to his affected indifference and his grown-up ways, but it's just an act, so as never, never to show his real feelings.

What's the point of the war? Why, oh why can't people live together peacefully? Why all this destruction?

If I talk, everyone thinks I'm showing off; when I'm silent they think I'm ridiculous, rude if I answer, sly if I get a good idea, lazy if I'm tired, selfish if I eat a mouthful more than I should, stupid, cowardly, crafty, etc., etc.

Despite everything, I believe people are really good at heart.

We aren't allowed to have any opinions. People can tell you to keep your mouth shut, but it doesn't stop you having your own opinion. Even if people are still very young, they shouldn't be prevented from saying what they think.