Anne Frank Quotes

How wonderful it is that we can start doing good at this very moment.

People who have a religion should be glad, for not everyone has the gift of believing in heavenly things.

I have often been downcast, but never in despair.

Memories mean more to me than dresses.

You can get around to meaningful conversations more quickly in the dark than with the sun tickling your face.

I want to go on living even after death!

I can recapture everything when I write, my thoughts, my ideals and my fantasies.

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.

I don't dare do anything anymore, 'cause I'm afraid it's not allowed.

Crying can bring relief, as long as you don't cry alone.

People can so easily be tempted by slackness... and by money.

No one ever became poor from giving.

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.

I had an occasional flash of understanding, but then got selfishly wrapped up again in my own problems and pleasures.

leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing

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.

Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.

I'm sentimental--I know. I'm desperate and silly--I know that too. Oh, help me!

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

Who else but me is ever going to read these letters?

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.

Go outsideamidst the simple beauty of natureand know that as long as places like this exist, there will be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be.

I don't believe the war is simply the work of politicians and capitalists. Oh no, the common man is every bit as guilty; otherwise, people and nations would have rebelled long ago!.

What's done can't be undone, but at least you can keep it from happening again.

Not being able to go outside upsets me more than I can say, and I’m terrified our hiding place will be discovered and that we’ll be shot.

If the truth is told, things are just as bad as you yourself care to make them.

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.

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.

No one ever was the poorer for giving

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!

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

An empty day, though clear and bright, Is just as dark as any night.

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

It must be awful to feel you're not needed.

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.

We lit the stove a few days ago and the entire room is filled with smoke. I prefer central heating, and I'm probably not the only one.

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.

I simply can't imagine the world will ever be normal again for us. I do talk about "after the war," but it's as if I'm talking about a castle in the air, something that can never come true.

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

It won't take long before I explode with pent-up rage.

Thinking about the suffering of those you hold dear can reduce you to tears; in fact, you could spend the whole day crying.

Ordinary people don't know how much books can mean to someone who's cooped up.

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

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.

I can't let them see my doubts, or the wounds they've inflicted on me.

I can't help telling you that I've begin to feel deserted.

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.

At any rate, Daddy usually comes to my defence. Without him I wouldn't be able to stick out here.