Anne Frank Quotes (104 Quotes)

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.

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 condemn me, remember rather that sometimes I, too, can reach the bursting point.

I want to go on living even after my death! And therefore I am grateful to G-d for this gift, this possibility of developing myself and of writing, of expressing all that is in me. I can shake off everything if I write; my sorrows disappear; my courage is reborn. But, and that is the great question, will I ever be able to write anything great, will I ever become a journalist or a writer?

Let's not talk about it any more, but if you still want anything please write to me about it, because I can say what I mean much better on paper.

Then I fall asleep with a stupid feeling of wishing to be different from what I am or from what I want to be; perhaps to behave differently from the way I want to behave or do behave.

Everyone thinks I'm showing off when I talk, ridiculous when I'm silent, insolent when I answer, cunning when I have a good idea, lazy when I'm tired, selfish when I eat one bite more than I should.

I want to go on living even after my death

Looking back, I realize that this period of my life has irrevocably come to a close; my happy-go-lucky, carefree schooldays are gone forever. I don't even miss them. I've outgrown them. I can no longer just kid around, since my serious side is always there.

There's only one rule you need to remember: laugh at everything and foget everybody else! It sound egotistical, but it's actually the only cure for those suffering from self-pity.

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.

I was too happy for words and I believe he was as well.

Misfortunes never come singly.

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

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

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!

I wish to go on living even after my death.

Older people have formed their opinions about everything, and don't waver before they act. It's twice as hard for us young ones to hold our ground, and maintain our opinions, in a time when all ideals are being shattered and destroyed, when people are showing their worst side, and do not know whether to believe in truth and right and God.

This week I've been reading a lot and doing little work. That's the way things ought to be. That's surely the road to success.

A quiet conscience makes one strong!

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

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

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

We are shut up here, shut away from the world, in fear and anxiety, especially just lately. Why, then, would we who love each other remain apart? Why should we wait until we've reached suitable age? Why should we bother?

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'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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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 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, 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.

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.