Anne Frank Quotes - Page 7

In the book Soldiers on the Home Front, I was greatly struck by the fact that in childbirth alone, women commonly suffer more pain, illness and misery than any war hero ever does. An what's her reward for enduring all that pain? She gets pushed aside when she's disfigured by birth, her children soon leave, hear beauty is gone. Women, who struggle and suffer pain to ensure the continuation of the human race, make much tougher and more courageous soldiers than all those big-mouthed freedom-fighting heroes put together.

Boys will be boys. And even that wouldn't matter if only we could prevent girls from being girls.

Paper is more patient than man.

And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren't any other people living in the world.

If I read a book that impresses me, I have to take myself firmly by the hand, before I mix with other people; otherwise they would think my mind rather queer.

Don't condemn me, remember rather that sometimes I, too, can reach the bursting point.

Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill.

There's something happening everyday, but I'm too tired and lazy to write it all down.

Even when I was older, I couldn't stop asking questions.

I... 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 seems to me that later on neither I nor anyone else will be interested in the musings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl.

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

I never utter my real feelings about anything. My lighter, superficial side will always be too quick for the deeper side of me, and that's why it always wins.

This is a photo as I would wish myself to look all the time. Then I would maybe have a chance to come to Hollywood.

No one ever was the poorer for giving

I soothe my conscience now with the thought that it is better for hard words to be on paper than that Mummy should carry them in her heart.

I want to go on living after my death!

If God lets me live, I shall attain more than Mummy ever has done, I shall not remain insignificant, I shall work in the world and for mankind!

One must apply one's reason to everything here, learning to obey, to shut up, to help, to be good, to give in, and I don't know what else. I'm afraid I shall use up all my brains too quickly, and I haven't got so very many. Then I shall not have any left for when the war is over.

Our blessed radio. It gives us eyes and ears out into the world. We listen to the German station only for good music. And we listen to the BBC for hope.

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!

They mustn't know my despair, I can't let them see the wounds which they have caused, I couldn't bear their sympathy and their kind-hearted jokes, it would only make me want to scream all the more. 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.

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.

In the future I'm going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality.

I want to go on living even after my death, And therefore I am grateful to God For giving this gift... Of expressing all that is in me.