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.
Boys will be boys. And even that wouldn’t matter if only we could prevent girls from being girls.
Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.
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!
For someone like me, it is a very strange habit to write in a diary. Not only that I have never written before, but it strikes me that later neither I, nor anyone else, will care for the outpouring of a thirteen year old schoolgirl.
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.
How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.
I don’t think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.
I have often been downcast, but never in despair.
I hear the approaching thunder that, one day, will destroy us too, I feel the suffering of millions. And yet, when I look up at the sky, I somehow feel that this cruelty too shall end, that peace and tranquility will return once more.
I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart.
I live in a crazy time.
I must uphold my ideals, for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able to carry them out.
I simply can’t build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death… I think… peace and tranquillity will return again.
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.
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.
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.
It’s difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality.
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.
I’ve found that there is always some beauty left – in nature, sunshine, freedom, in yourself; these can help you.
Laziness may appear attractive, but work gives satisfaction.
No one has ever become poor by giving.
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.
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.
The final forming of a person’s character lies in their own hands.
There is an urge and rage in people to destroy, to kill, to murder, and until all mankind, without exception, undergoes a great change, wars will be waged, everything that has been built up, cultivated and grown, will be destroyed and disfigured, after which mankind will have to begin all over again.
Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.
We all live with the objective of being happy; our lives are all different and yet the same.
Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?
Whoever is happy will make others happy, too.
