Love, what is love? I don't think you can really put it into words. Love is understanding someone, caring for him, sharing his joys and sorrows. This eventually includes physical love. you've shared something, given something away and received something in return, whether or not you're married, whether or not you have a baby.

Anne Frank

Anne Frank

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Nationality: German

Love, what is love? I don't think you can really put it into words. Love is understanding someone, c.. Anne Frank

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The nicest part is being able to write down all my thoughts and feeling; otherwise, I might suffocate.

We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.

The world will keep on turning without me, and I can't do anything to change events anyway. I'll just let matters take their course and concentrate on studying and hope that everything will be all right in the end.

Families are torn apart; men, women and children are separated.Children come back from school to find that their parents have disappeared. Women return from shopping to find their houses sealed, their families gone.

This morning I lay in the bathtub thinking how wonderful it would be if I had a dog like Rin Tin Tin. I'd call him Rin Tin Tin too, and I'd take him to school with me, where he could stay in the janitor's room or by the bicycle racks when the weather was good.

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.

You only really get to know a person after a fight. Only then can you judge their true characters!

Sympathy, Love, Fortune... We all have these qualities but still tend to not use them!

When I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too will end, that peace and tranquility will return once more.

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

If young 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.

I see the eight of us in the Annexe as if we were a patch of blue sky surrounded by menacing black clouds.

At such moments, I don't think about all the misery, but about the beauty that still remains.

You can be lonely even while you are loved by many since you are still not anybody's one and only.