Zitat des Tages von Anne Frank:
We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.
No one has ever become poor by giving.
Writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me. Not only because I've never written anything before, but also because it seems to me that later on neither I nor anyone else will be interested in the musings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl.
I live in a crazy time.
The final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands.
Although I'm only fourteen, I know quite well what I want. I know who is right and who is wrong. I have my opinions, my own ideas and principles, and although it may sound pretty mad from an adolescent, I feel more of a person than a child. I feel quite independent of anyone.
I simply can't build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death... I think... peace and tranquillity will return again.
How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.
My lighter, more superficial side will always steal a march on the deeper side and therefore always win. You can't imagine how often I've tried to push away this Anne, which is only half of what is known as Anne - to beat her down, hide her.
I must uphold my ideals, for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able to carry them out.
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.
Boys will be boys. And even that wouldn't matter if only we could prevent girls from being girls.
Laziness may appear attractive, but work gives satisfaction.
Generally speaking, men are held in great esteem in all parts of the world, so why shouldn't women have their share? Soldiers and war heroes are honored and commemorated, explorers are granted immortal fame, martyrs are revered, but how many people look upon women too as soldiers?
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.
No one knows Anne's better side, and that's why most people can't stand me. Oh, I can be an amusing clown for an afternoon, but after that, everyone's had enough of me to last a month.
I don't think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains.
Everyone has inside of him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don't know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is!
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.
Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.
Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?
I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, and I can't do anything to change events anyway.
After May 1940, the good times were few and far between; first there was the war, then the capitulation, and then the arrival of the Germans, which is when the trouble started for the Jews.
If I haven't any talent for writing books or newspaper articles, well, then I can always write for myself.
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.
I have a family, loving aunts, and a good home. No, on the surface I seem to have everything except my one true friend. All I think about when I'm with friends is having a good time. I can't bring myself to talk about anything but ordinary everyday things. We don't seem to be able to get any closer, and that's the problem.
