Best Quotes from The Diary Of A Young Girl by Anne Frank with Page Numbers

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.

Paper has more patience than people.

I have a throng of admirers who can't keep their adoring eyes off me.

All I think about when I'm with friends is having a good time.

I don't have a real friend.

I feel like writing, and I have an even greater need to get all kinds of things off my chest.

Maybe it's my fault that we don't confide in each other.

And sitting next to G.Z. is the last of us twelve girls.

I want the diary to be my friend.

My life has been full of both joy and sorrow.

I have no intention of taking their insults lying down.

I think it's odd that grown-ups quarrel so easily and so often and about such petty matters.

I've learned one thing: you only really get to know a person after a fight. Only then can you judge their true character!

I only want to see her good points, and to look inside myself for what's lacking in her.

Sometimes I think God is trying to test me, both now and in the future.

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

I simply let the words bounce right off me!

I'll show them that Anne Frank wasn't born yesterday.

If I take a small helping of a vegetable I loathe and eat potatoes instead, the van Daans, especially Mrs. van Daan, can't get over how spoiled I am.

I know this, and every day I resolve to do better.

"This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning."

"If we can save even one of our friends, the rest doesn't matter."

"I feel wicked sleeping in a warm bed, while somewhere out there my dearest friends are dropping from exhaustion or being knocked to the ground."

"No matter what I'm doing, I can't help thinking about those who are gone. I catch myself laughing and remember that it's a disgrace to be so cheerful."

"It won't do us or those outside any good if we continue to be as gloomy as we are now."

"And what would be the point of turning the Secret Annex into a Melancholy Annex?"

"I'm surrounded by too great a void."

"Oh dear, now I'm confusing you too. Forgive me, but I don't like crossing things out."

"There are so many places that I want to see. And though we talk about 'after the war,' I wonder what it will be like."

"It's impossible to escape their clutches unless you go into hiding."

The one thing you can’t take away from me is my own thoughts.

I want to be useful, or bring enjoyment to all, even if it’s only my family.

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.

If I had not been in hiding for more than a year, I might have written quite a different book.

I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.

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

You never know what you can do until you try.

I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.

Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy!

How lovely to think that no one need wait a moment before starting to improve the world.

I don't think my opinions are stupid but other people do, so it's better to keep them to myself.

The art of living.

Smile coquettishly, pretend you know everything, offer everyone a piece of advice and mother them -- that's sure to make a good impression.

I leap out of bed, think to myself, 'You'll be slipping back under the covers soon,' walk to the window, take down the blackout screen, sniff at the crack until I feel a bit of fresh air, and I'm awake.

Freedom in the Annex.

Do you know what Mother calls this sort of thing? The art of living.

Oh, if only You could tell her I'm thinking of her with compassion and love, it might help her go on.

I feel like a songbird whose wings have been ripped off and who keeps hurling itself against the bars of its dark cage.

I keep seeing her enormous eyes, and they haunt me.

Let me out, where there's fresh air and laughter!

Paper is more patient than people.

Believe me, if you've been shut up for a year and a half, it can get to be too much for you sometimes.

I long to ride a bike, dance, whistle, look at the world, feel young and know that I'm free.

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

I wish I could honor her by removing the 's.'

The period of tearfully passing judgment on Mother is over. I've grown wiser.

I want to take a fresh look at things and form my own opinion.

It's funny, but I can sometimes see myself as others see me.

Nothing is as dear to me now as my darling Petel!

I can't do anything to change events anyway.

I feel as if I were about to explode. I know crying would help, but I can't cry.

I have to force myself to act normally. I'm in a state of utter confusion, don't know what to read, what to write, what to do.

As long as this exists, I know that there will be solace for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances.

The best remedy for those who are frightened, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere they can be alone, alone with the sky, nature and God.

Nature can bring comfort to all who suffer.

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.

A person who's happy will make others happy; a person who has courage and faith will never die in misery!

You'd be completely lost. On the contrary, beauty remains, even in misfortune.

Whenever you're feeling lonely or sad, try going outside and looking at the sky.

My advice is: Go outside, to the country, enjoy the sun and all nature has to offer.

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.

I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.

It’s really a wonder that I haven’t dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out.

I want to be normal again, I want to be better, I want to feel free and light as air.

The nicest part is being able to write down all my thoughts and feelings; otherwise, I’d absolutely suffocate.

Everyone has their secrets, and I’m beginning to believe that everyone is a little mad at this time.

It's much easier now to tell Peter things I'd normally keep to myself.

In my heart, I know there's someone who deserves my trust.

I think that true love may be developing in the Annex.

I don’t have much in the way of money or worldly possessions, I’m not beautiful, intelligent or clever, but I’m happy, and I intend to stay that way!

My life here has gotten better, much better. God has not forsaken me, and He never will.

I want to go on living even after my death!

I know that I'm a woman, a woman with inner strength and a great deal of courage!

If God lets me live, I'll achieve more than Mother ever did, I'll make my voice heard, I'll go out into the world and work for mankind!

But now, now that I've been spared, my first wish after the war is to become a Dutch citizen.

I must put my feelings aside; we must be brave and strong, bear discomfort without complaint, do whatever is in our power and trust in God.

The weak shall fall and the strong shall survive and not be defeated!

The only bad thing is that we'll drag the others down with us!

This incident has brought about a whole lot of changes.

I really believe, Kit, that I'm a little nutty today, and I don't know why.

How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.

It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out.

I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.

There is nothing that we can do but wait and hope.

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

I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I’ve never met.

I have a nice little idea for a book. I want to call it "The Secret Annex."

We’re all born with a limited amount of time and a world waiting for us to embrace it.

You can’t get to that world unless you dare to step out of your comfort zone.

When I write, I can shake off all my cares and troubles.

How much longer will this increasingly oppressive, unbearable weight press down on us?

We still love life, we haven't yet forgotten the voice of nature, and we keep hoping, hoping for... everything.

Let the end come, however cruel; at least then we'll know whether we are to be the victors or the vanquished.

It's now a matter of remaining calm and steadfast, gritting our teeth and keeping a stiff upper lip!

We must hold on to our ideals. Perhaps the day will come when I'll be able to realize them!

It's utterly impossible for me to build my life on a foundation of chaos, suffering and death.

Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.

I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.

Nature makes me feel humble and ready to face every blow with courage!

When I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that everything will change for the better, that this cruelty too shall end.