Anne Frank Quotes

I long to ride a bike, dance, whistle, look at the world, feel young and know that I'm free, and yet I can't let it show.

I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.

As long as you're in the food business, why not make sweets?

Paper is more patient than people.' Whenever.

I misjudged her, wasn't mature enough to understand how difficult it was for her.

Things were different when I was growing up.

To be honest, I can't imagine how anyone could say ‘I'm weak' and then stay that way. If you know that about yourself, why not fight it, why not develop your character? Their answer has always been: ‘Because it's much easier not to!

I don't want to be cross, love cannot be forced. There were tears in her eyes as she left the room.

If I'm engrossed in a book, I have to rearrange my thoughts before I can mingle with other people, because otherwise they might think I was strange.

If people wished, they have it in their hands to make a bigger, more beautiful and better world, but that they occupy themselves with superficial things, without giving a thought to real beauty.

Nine-thirty. I throw on my bathrobe. With soap in one hand, and potty, hairpins, panties, curlers and a wad of cotton in the other, I hurry out of the bathroom. The next in line invariably calls me back to remove the gracefully curved but unsightly hairs that I've left in the sink. Ten o'clock. Time.

A quiet conscience makes one strong!

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

It's obvious that Mummy would stick up for Margot; she and Margot always do back each other up... He doesn't notice that he treats Margot differently from me.

I'm afraid that people who know me as I usually am will discover I have another side, a better and finer side. I'm afraid they'll mock me, think I'm ridiculous and sentimental and not take me seriously. I'm used to not being taken seriously, but only the 'light-hearted' Anne is used to it and can put up with it; the 'deeper' Anne is too weak.

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

Then I fall asleep with a stupid feeling of wishing to be different from what I am or from what I want to be.

How can I make it clear to him that what appears easy and attractive will drag him down into the depths, depths where there is no comfort to be found, no friends and no beauty, depths from which it is almost impossible to raise oneself?

There's one golden rule to keep before you: laugh about everything and don't bother yourself about the others!

What's the good of thinking of misery when you're already miserable? That's stupid!

Honestly, being in hiding during the fourth year of the war is no picnic. If only the whole stinking mess were over! To.