Quotes from Anne Frank

Everyone has to decide for himself how to get the better of his own mood

First, there's the rose— the queen of the flowers; she's so beautiful and her fragrance is so intoxicating that it goes to everyone's head, most of all her own. The rose is beautiful, sweet-smelling and elegant, but if things aren't going her way, she shows her thorns. She's like a spoiled child—beautiful, elegant and seemingly nice as can be, but if you touch her or talk to someone else so that she's no longer the center of attention, out come her claws.

and Father's fondness for talking about farting and going to the bathroom is disgusting.

Yes, in the sense that I felt a certain contentment. Not always, mind you. I moaned and groaned from time to time. But I was never downright depressed again, probably because I realized that sadness comes from feeling sorry for yourself and happiness from joy.

how different we were back then; we don't even recognize ourselves from that period.

Those who don't know will have to find out by experience that "a quiet conscience gives you strength!" Yours

Love finds a way.

In spite of everything, I still believe people are really good at heart.

When I write I can shake off all my cares. My sorrow disappears, my spirits are revived!

Anyone who's so petty and pedantic at the age of fifty-four was born that way and is never going to change.

It's an odd idea for someone like me to keep a diary; not only because i have never done so before, but because it seems to me that neither I -nor for that matter anyone else- will be interested in the unbosomings of a thirteen year old schoolgirl. Still, what does that matter? I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie burried deep in my heart.

For a long time now I didn't know why I was bothering to do any schoolwork. The end of the war still seemed so far away, so unreal, like a fairy tale.