Just imagine how interesting it would be if I were to publish a romance of the “Secret Annexe.” The title alone would be enough to make people think it was a detective story.
You can always-always-give something, even if it’s a simple act of kindness! If everyone were to give in this way and didn’t scrimp on kindly words, there would be much more love and justice in the world!
Deep down I know I could never be that innocent again, however much I’d like to be.
I can’t help telling you that I’ve begin to feel deserted.
At any rate, Daddy usually comes to my defence. Without him I wouldn’t be able to stick out here.
It won’t take long before I explode with pent-up rage.
I don’t dare do anything anymore, ’cause I’m afraid it’s not allowed.
I looked up in the sky and trusted in God.
God never deserted our people. Right through the ages there were Jews. Through the ages they suffered, but it also made us strong.
Our blessed radio. It gives us eyes and ears out into the world. We listen to the German station only for good music. And we listen to the BBC for hope.
I believe that in the course of the next century the notion that it’s a woman’s duty to have children will change and make way for the respect and admiration of all women, who bear their burdens without complaint or a lot of pompous words!
Sometimes I think God is trying to test me, both now and in the future. I’ll have to become a good person on my own, without anyone to serve as a model or advise me, but it’ll make me stronger in the end.
You can get around to meaningful conversations more quickly in the dark than with the sun tickling your face.
We’re not the only people that have had to suffer, there have always been people that’ve had to.
You must work and should not be lazy if you want to be happy.
I never utter my real feelings about anything. My lighter, superficial side will always be too quick for the deeper side of me, and that’s why it always wins.
Ordinary people don’t know how much books can mean to someone who’s cooped up.
Not being able to go outside upsets me more than I can say, and I’m terrified our hiding place will be discovered and that we’ll be shot.
I simply can’t imagine the world will ever be normal again for us. I do talk about “after the war,” but it’s as if I’m talking about a castle in the air, something that can never come true.
I had to hold my head up high and put a bold face on things, but the thoughts keep coming anyways.