I'll show then that Anne Frank wasn't born yesterday
I'll show then that Anne Frank wasn't born yesterday
Paper is more patient than man.
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.
Although I'm only fourteen, I know quite well what I want, I know who is right and who is wrong. I have my opinions, my own ideas and principles, and although it may sound pretty mad from an adolescent, I feel more of a person than a child, I feel quite indepedent of anyone.
I argued that talking is a female trait and that I would do my best to keep it under control, but that I would never be able to break myself of the habit, since my mother talked as much as I did, if not more, and that there's not much you can do about inherited traits.
I'm currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn't really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.
People can so easily be tempted by slackness... and by money.
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.
Am I really so bad-mannered, conceited, headstrong, pushing, stupid, lazy, etc., etc., as they all say? Oh, of course not. I have my faults, just like everyone else, I kniw that, but they thoroughly exaggerate everything.
I believe that even bad people are truly good at heart.
I'm sentimental--I know. I'm desperate and silly--I know that too. Oh, help me!
People can tell you to keep your mouth shut, but that doesn't stop you from having your own opinion.
Where there's hope, there's life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.
Anyhow, I've learned one thing now. You only really get to know people when you've had a jolly good row with them. Then and then only can you judge their true characters!
I can shake off everything if I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn. But, and that is the greatest question, will I ever be able to write anything great, will I ever become a journalist or a writer? I hope so, oh, I hope so very much, for I can recapture everything when I write, my thoughts, my ideas and my fantasies.
In the future I'm going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality.
Peter Wessel and Peter Van Daan have grown into one Peter, who is beloved and good, and for whom I long desperately.
Who knows, perhaps he doesn't care about me at all and look at the others in just the same way.
As long as this exists I thought, and I may live to see it, this sunshine, the cloudless skies, while this lasts, I cannot be unhappy.
I do my best to please everybody, far more than they'd ever guess. I try to laugh it all off, because I don't want to let them see my trouble.
In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.
Sometimes I believe that God wants to try me, both now and later on; I must become good through my own efforts, without examples and without good advice.
Whoever is happy will make others happy.
As long as this exists, this sunshine and this cloudless sky, and as long as I can enjoy it, how can I be sad?
I get cross, then sad, and finally end up turning my heart inside out, 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.
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.
Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.
You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody's one and only.
As long as you're in the food business, why not make sweets?
I have always been the dunce, the never-do-well of the family, I've always have to pay double for my deeds, first with the scolding and then again because of the way my feelings are hurt.
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 thirteen-year-old school girl.
Sympathy, Love, Fortune... We all have these qualities but still tend to not use them!
But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem.
I know what I want, I have a goal, an opinion, I have a religion and love. Let me be myself and then I am satisfied. I know that I'm a woman, a woman with inward strength and plenty of courage.
It's difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It's a wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.
The best remedy for those who are frightened, lovely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere they can be alone, alone with the sky, nature and God. For then and only then can you feel that everything is as it should be and that God wants people to be happy amid nature's beauty and simplicity.
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 love you, with a love so great that it simply couldn't keep growing inside my heart, but had to leap out and reveal itself in all its magnitude.
I've found that there is always some beauty left -- in nature, sunshine, freedom, in yourself; these can all help you.
The weak die out and the strong will survive, and will live on forever
Crying can bring relief, as long as you don't cry alone.
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.
I've learned one thing: you can only really get to know a person after a row. Only then can you judge their true character!
The weak fall, but the strong will remain and never go under!
Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.
I think a lot, but I don't say much.
I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, I can't do anything to change events anyway.
The young are not afraid of telling the truth.
Don't be too assuming, it doesn't get you anywhere.
I think it's odd that grown-ups quarrel so easily and so often and about such petty matters. Up to now I always thought bickering was just something children did and that they outgrew it.
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