The Diary of a Young Girl

by Anne Frank

I hope I will be able to confide everything to you, as I have never been able to confide in anyone, and I hope you will be a great source of comfort and support.

course, since I’ve become quite an expert at making biscuits), lots of sweets and a strawberry tart from Mother. And a letter from Grammy, right on time, but of course that was just a coincidence.

every person no matter how crude or vile is a human composed of passions thoughts dreams motivations emotions and so many feelings it is fair to say that each person is a universe in and itself and before hurting someone realize that universe is dynamic and most of all fragile

home. No, on the surface I seem to have everything, except my one true friend.

hiding, I stuck the craziest things in the satchel, but I’m not sorry. Memories mean more to me than dresses.

But that’s impossible. I’m stuck with the character I was born with, and yet I’m sure I’m not a bad person. I do my best to please everyone, more than they’d ever suspect in a million years. When I’m upstairs, I try to laugh it off because I don’t want them to see my troubles.

she is just a teen who has to spend day and night with her parents under the mkst tense conditions no wonder things are turning out like this

it. But I can see that a little hypocrisy gets me a lot further than my old method of saying exactly what I think (even though no one ever asks my opinion or cares one way or another).

these, Father, Mother and Margot don’t matter to me in the least. I wander from room to room, climb up and down the stairs and feel like a songbird whose wings have been ripped off and who keeps hurling itself against the bars of its dark cage.

was suffering then (and still do) from moods that kept my head under water (figuratively speaking) and allowed me to see things only from my own perspective, without calmly considering what the others – those whom I, with my mercurial temperament, had hurt or offended – had said, and then behaving as they would have done.

impretty sure that they had some kind of talk not necesarrily regarding this but even ig they talked about something else they would ve understood each other better its good that words can break the heaviest invisible barriers

I firmly believe that nature can bring comfort to all who suffer.

Whenever you’re feeling lonely or sad, try going to the loft on a beautiful day and looking outside. Not at the houses and the rooftops, but at the sky. As long as you can look fearlessly at the sky, you’ll know that you’re pure within and will find happiness once more.

roughly. Whenever that happens, I want to run outside or hide my feelings. Instead, I bang the pots and pans, splash the water and am generally noisy, so that everyone wishes I were miles away. Peter’s reaction is to shut himself away, say little, sit quietly and daydream, all the while carefully hiding his true self.

Seriously, though, ten years after the war people would find it very amusing to read how we lived, what we ate and what we talked about as Jews in hiding.

People who are religious should be glad, since not everyone is blessed with the ability to believe in a higher order.

I have one outstanding character trait that must be obvious to anyone who’s known me for any length of time: I have a great deal of self-knowledge.

knowledge is knowing you know nothing there are more experiences ideas thought than total people on this planet so saying this about oneself isz either arrogance or not seeing or having enough charater building experiences ord likr in this case both

I didn’t want to hear about ‘typical adolescent problems’, or ‘other girls’, or ‘you’ll grow out of it’.

but you did

for a while until I’m more sure of myself when I’m talking to him! I’m still torn with guilt about the vile letter I wrote him when I was so upset. Oh, it’s hard to be strong and brave in every way!

this is just a person teeming with hormones with no way to vent it out