Anne Frank (1929–1945) was a Jewish girl born in the city of Frankfurt, Germany. During the Holocaust, Anne and her family hid in the attic of her father's office to escape the Nazis. It was during that time period that she had recorded her life in her diary. She is a celebrated diarist who described everyday life from her family hiding place in an Amsterdam attic.
Here is a collection of Anne Frank most famous quotes: Anne Frank Quotes about life, hope, optimism, happiness, love and family. Anne Frank Quotes about hiding, writing, thoughts and beauty. Quotes and Sayings on death, war, humanity, peace, kindness and morality. by Anne Frank.
Anne Frank Quotes and Sayings
It's really a wonder that I haven't dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.
How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.
I don't think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.
I've found that there is always some beauty left - in nature, sunshine, freedom, in yourself; these can all help you.
The final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands.
Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands.
We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As longs as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.
He who has courage and faith will never perish in misery!
Because paper has more patience than people.
I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, and I can't do anything to change events anyway.
Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.
Human greatness does not lie in wealth or power, but in character and goodness. People are just people, and all people have faults and shortcomings, but all of us are born with a basic goodness.
People can tell you to keep your mouth shut, but that doesn't stop you from having your own opinion.
Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?
No one knows Anne's better side, and that's why most people can't stand me. Oh, I can be an amusing clown for an afternoon, but after that, everyone's had enough of me to last a month.
Where there's hope, there's life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.
I live in a crazy time.
Women should be respected as well! Generally speaking, men are held in great esteem in all parts of the world, so why shouldn't women have their share? Soldiers and war heroes are honored and commemorated, explorers are granted immortal fame, martyrs are revered, but how many people look upon women too as soldiers? Women, who struggle and suffer pain to ensure the continuation of the human race, make much tougher and more courageous soldiers than all those big-mouthed freedom-fighting heroes put together!
Writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me. Not only because I've never written anything before, but also because it seems to me that later on neither I nor anyone else will be interested in the musings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl.
I think a lot, but I don't say much.
I have often been downcast but never in despair; I regard our hiding as a dangerous adventure, romantic and interesting at the same time. In my diary, I treat all the privations as amusing.
A quiet conscience makes one strong!
After May 1940, the good times were few and far between; first there was the war, then the capitulation, and then the arrival of the Germans, which is when the trouble started for the Jews.
I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquility will return again.
I have a family, loving aunts, and a good home. No, on the surface I seem to have everything except my one true friend. All I think about when I'm with friends is having a good time. I can't bring myself to talk about anything but ordinary everyday things. We don't seem to be able to get any closer, and that's the problem.
You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody's one and only.
Whoever is happy will make others happy.
Although I'm only fourteen, I know quite well what I want, I know who is right and who is wrong. I have my opinions, my own ideas and principles, and although it may sound pretty mad from an adolescent, I feel more of a person than a child, I feel quite independent of anyone.
Because we're Jewish, my father immigrated to Holland in 1933, where he became the managing director of the Dutch Opekta Company, which manufactures products used in making jam.
Laziness may appear attractive, but work gives satisfaction.
But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem.
If I read a book that impresses me, I have to take myself firmly by the hand, before I mix with other people; otherwise they would think my mind rather queer.
As long as this exists, this sunshine and this cloudless sky, and as long as I can enjoy it, how can I be sad?
In the long run, the sharpest weapon of all is a kind and gentle spirit.
There's only one rule you need to remember: laugh at everything and forget everybody else! It sounds egotistical, but it's actually the only cure for those suffering from self-pity.
The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.
Memories mean more to me than dresses.
I simply can't build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death... I think... peace and tranquillity will return again.
Those who have courage and faith shall never perish in misery.
No one has ever become poor by giving.
I wish to go on living even after my death.
I don't want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I've never met. I want to go on living even after my death!
Earning happiness means doing good and working, not speculating and being lazy. Laziness may look inviting, but only work gives you true satisfaction.
I must uphold my ideals, for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able to carry them out.
Anyhow, I've learned one thing now. You only really get to know people when you've had a jolly good row with them. Then and then only can you judge their true characters!
Boys will be boys. And even that wouldn't matter if only we could prevent girls from being girls.
The weak die out and the strong will survive, and will live on forever.
Whoever doesn't know it must learn and find by experience that 'a quiet conscience makes one strong!'
I know what I want, I have a goal, an opinion, I have a religion and love. Let me be myself and then I am satisfied. I know that I'm a woman, a woman with inward strength and plenty of courage.
If I haven't any talent for writing books or newspaper articles, well, then I can always write for myself.
Everyone thinks I'm showing off when I talk, ridiculous when I'm silent, insolent when I answer, cunning when I have a good idea, lazy when I'm tired, selfish when I eat one bite more than I should.
When I write, I can shake off all my cares.
How noble and good everyone could be if, every evening before falling asleep, they were to recall to their minds the events of the whole day and consider exactly what has been good and bad. Then without realizing it, you try to improve yourself at the start of each new day.
I soothe my conscience now with the thought that it is better for hard words to be on paper than that Mummy should carry them in her heart.
Deep down, the young are lonelier than the old.
I'm afraid that people who know me as I usually am will discover I have another side, a better and finer side. I'm afraid they'll mock me, think I'm ridiculous and sentimental and not take me seriously. I'm used to not being taken seriously, but only the 'light-hearted' Anne is used to it and can put up with it; the 'deeper' Anne is too weak.
Everyone has inside of him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don't know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is!
And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren't any other people living in the world.
The weak fall, but the strong will remain and never go under!
In spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.
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.
My lighter, more superficial side will always steal a march on the deeper side and therefore always win. You can't imagine how often I've tried to push away this Anne, which is only half of what is known as Anne - to beat her down, hide her.
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! I was born happy, I love people, I have a trusting nature, and I'd like everyone else to be happy too.
Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.
The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.
The young are not afraid of telling the truth.
An empty day, though clear and bright, Is just as dark as any night.
Sometimes I believe that God wants to try me, both now and later on; I must become good through my own efforts, without examples and without good advice.
I think it's odd that grown-ups quarrel so easily and so often and about such petty matters. Up to now I always thought bickering was just something children did and that they outgrew it.
leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing.
Sympathy, Love, Fortune... We all have these qualities but still tend to not use them!
I do my best to please everybody, far more than they'd ever guess. I try to laugh it all off, because I don't want to let them see my trouble.
It must be awful to feel you're not needed.
I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.
I've learned one thing: you can only really get to know a person after a row. Only then can you judge their true character!
What is done cannot be undone, but one can prevent it happening again.
I can't imagine how anyone can say: "I'm weak," and then remain so. After all, if you know it, why not fight against it, why not try to train your character? The answer was: "Because it's so much easier not to!"
In the future I'm going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality.
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.
How lovely to think that no one need wait a moment, we can start now, start slowly changing the world! How lovely that everyone, great and small, can make their contribution toward introducing justice straightaway... And you can always, always give something, even if it is only kindness!
It is becoming a bad dream - in the daytime as well as at night. I see him nearly all the time and can't get at him, I mustn't show anything, must remain gay while I'm really in despair.
How true Daddy's words were when he said: all children must look after their own upbringing. Parents can only give good advice or put them on the right paths, but the final forming of a person's character lies in their own hands.
Misfortunes never come singly.
Ordinary people don't know how much books can mean to someone who's cooped up.
People who have a religion should be glad, for not everyone has the gift of believing in heavenly things.
Don't be too assuming, it doesn't get you anywhere.
Our lives are fashioned by our choices. First we make our choices. Then our choices make us.
You must work and do good, not be lazy and gamble, if you wish to earn happiness. Laziness may appear attractive, but work gives satisfaction.
What I condemn are our system of values and the men who don't acknowledge how great, difficult, but ultimately beautiful women's share in society is.
The question is very understandable, but no one has found a satisfactory answer to it so far. Yes, why do they make still more gigantic planes, still heavier bombs and, at the same time, prefabricated houses for reconstruction? Why should millions be spent daily on the war and yet there's not a penny available for medical services, artists, or for poor people? Why do some people have to starve, while there are surpluses rotting in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy?
I looked up in the sky and trusted in God.
Time heals all wounds.
I had to hold my head up high and put a bold face on things, but the thoughts keep coming anyways.
He clings to his solitude, to his affected indifference and his grown-up ways, but it's just an act, so as never, never to show his real feelings.
Don't condemn me, remember rather that sometimes I, too, can reach the bursting point.
But I've slammed the door to my inner self; if he ever wants to force the lock again, he'll have to use a harder crowbar!
What's the point of the war? Why, oh why can't people live together peacefully? Why all this destruction?
This is a photograph of me as I wish I looked all the time. Then I might have a chance of getting in Hollywood.
One gets on better in life if one is not over modest.
I wonder if anyone can ever succeed in making their children content.
Who knows, perhaps he doesn't care about me at all and look at the others in just the same way.
Crying can bring relief, as long as you don't cry alone.
Riches can all be lost, but that happiness in your own heart can only be veiled, and it will bring you happiness again, as long as you live.
I am what a romantic movie is to a profound thinker - a mere diversion, a comic interlude, something that is soon forgotten.
Ordinary people simply don't know what books mean to us, shut up here. Reading, learning, and the radio are our amusements.
At such moments, I don't think about all the misery, but about the beauty that still remains.
In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery and death.
This morning I lay in the bathtub thinking how wonderful it would be if I had a dog like Rin Tin Tin. I'd call him Rin Tin Tin too, and I'd take him to school with me, where he could stay in the janitor's room or by the bicycle racks when the weather was good.
A person who's happy will make others happy; a person who has courage and faith will never die in misery!
Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill.
Those who do not write do not know how beautiful it is to write. Before, I always regretted not knowing how to draw.
I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness. I hear the ever-approaching thunder, which will destroy us too. I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right.
Then I fall asleep with a stupid feeling of wishing to be different from what I am or from what I want to be; perhaps to behave differently from the way I want to behave or do behave.
But I don't think building sand castles in the air is such a terrible thing to do, as long as you don't take it too seriously.
It's difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It's a wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.
I had an occasional flash of understanding, but then got selfishly wrapped up again in my own problems and pleasures.
I can't let them see my doubts, or the wounds they've inflicted on me.
They may silence us, but they cannot prevent us from having our own opinions.
I want to see the world and do all kinds of exciting things, and a little money won't hurt.
There's one golden rule to keep before you: laugh about everything and don't bother yourself about the others!
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.
So much has happened it's as if the whole world had suddenly turned upside down.
Deep down I know I could never be that innocent again, however much I'd like to be.
I long to ride a bike, dance, whistle, look at the world, feel young and know that I'm free, and yet I can't let it show.
I'm happy when I see him, and happier still if the sun shines when we're together.
There's something happening everyday, but I'm too tired and lazy to write it all down.
How can thinking about the misery of others help if you're miserable yourself.
We all live, but we don't know the why or the wherefore. We all live with the object of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.
I know I'm far from being what I should; will I ever be?
I was too happy for words and I believe he was as well.
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