Don’t aim for success if you want it; just do what you love and believe in, and it will come naturally. Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.
What one Christian does is his own responsibility, what one Jew does is thrown back at all Jews.
Thinking about the suffering of those you hold dear can reduce you to tears; in fact, you could spend the whole day crying.
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.
Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it’s impossible to kill.
We’ve all been a little confused this past week, because our dearly beloved Westertoren bells have been carted off to be melted down for the war, so we have no idea of the exact time, either night or day.
Another fact that doesn’t exactly brighten up our days is that Mr. Van Maaren, the man who works in the warehouse, is getting suspicious about the Annex.
If the truth is told, things are just as bad as you yourself care to make them.
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.
The Annex is an ideal place to hide in. It may be damp and lopsided, but there’s probably not a more comfortable hiding place in all of Amsterdam. No, in all of Holland.
Misfortunes never come singly.
I am what a romantic movie is to a profound thinker – a mere diversion, a comic interlude, something that is soon forgotten.
The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.
A person who’s happy will make others happy; a person who has courage and faith will never die in misery.
I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.
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.
Crying can bring relief, as long as you don’t cry alone.
I’m currently in the middle of a depression. I couldn’t really tell you what set it off, but I think it stems from my cowardice, which confronts me at every turn.
I love you, with a love so great that it simply couldn’t keep growing inside my heart, but had to leap out and reveal itself in all its magnitude.
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.