Jurnalul Annei Frank

“I don't think of all the misery, but of the beauty that still remains.”

Anne spent years in that tiny annex. She still found ways to feel lucky about the sun. It makes my own complaints feel very small.

“A person can be lonely even if he is loved by many people.”

She wrote so much about her mom. They just couldn't understand each other in that cramped space. It's heartbreaking how much they clashed while hiding for their lives.

The diary feels like a real teenager wrote it yesterday. She talks about her body and boys and feeling misunderstood. She wasn't a saint. She was just a kid.

“Paper has more patience than people.”

Paper was her only true friend. She poured everything into Kitty because she couldn't trust the adults around her. Sometimes a notebook is the only safe place to be honest.