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.

Anne Frank

Anne Frank

Profession: Author
Nationality: German

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

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

Riches can all be lost, but that happiness in your own heart can only be veiled, and it will bring you happiness again, as long as you live.

I have the feeling now that Peter and I share a secret. If he looks at me with those eyes that laugh and wink, then it's just as if a little light goes on inside me. I hope it will remain like this and that we may have many, many more glorious times together!

O ja, ich will nicht umsonst gelebt haben wie die meisten Menschen. Ich will den Menschen, die um mich herum leben und mich doch nicht kennen, Freude und Nutzen bringen. Ich will fortleben, auch nach meinem Tod.

We, who fill our stomachs with nothing but boiled lettuce, raw lettuce, spinach, spinach and more spinach. Maybe we'll end up being as strong as Popeye, though so far I've seen no sign of it!

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 know what I want, I have a goal, I have opinions, a religion and love. If only I can be myself, I'll be satisfied.

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.

Riches, prestige, everything can be lost. But the happiness in your own heart can only be dimmed; it will always be there, as long as you live, to make you happy again. Whenever.

Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands.

I'm left with one consolation, small though it may be: my fountain pen was cremated, just as I would like to be someday!

I strip the bed as fast as I can so I won't be tempted to get back in. Do you know what Mother calls this sort of thing? The art of living. Isn't that a funny expression?

Dear Kitty, Nothing special going on here.