Anne Frank Quotes 소설 & 이야기

She prayed silently that he believed her. Quote for this episode: "This world would be a whole lot better if we just made an effort to be less horrible to one another."--Ellen Page.

A quote in bold: “Your voice is your power. Don’t give it away.” She ran her fingers over the board, remembering the girl who had first taped that quote to the wall. That girl had cried in silence. Had been betrayed and sold. Had once believed survival meant staying small. Now that girl was gone. And the woman who stood in her place wasn’t giving up anything ever again. Back in the dark corners of the city, Richard stared at a wall of photos—each one pinned and annotated like a crime board.

He uttered as he glimpsed at me. "Isn't it too late for that? We're married already." "I disagree. Haven't you heard the quote by Mitch Albom? There is no such thing as too late in life." "Oh, I just heard it now." I was amazed. I didn't expect that a man like him would believe in quotes. "Now, you know." He grinned. Then, we became silent again. After a while, I took the courage to bring up the incident earlier. I turned to him as I wanted to see his reaction. "Alfred, about the trouble earlier."

Marianne shakes her head at him. John gives her a beaming smile. “Don’t be too hard on yourself for you haven’t wasted any of those times when you had thought of me.” John smirks, while Marianne couldn’t help to chuckle as she knows that what John had said is one of the quotes in his book. “Alright, you win. I’ll talk to Annie,” said Marianne. “Err… Marianne, now would be a good time for that. I think she should be in her room,” said John, giving her a pleading look.

And the children Mira, the youngest, who clung to my skirt and refused to let go; Ella, who had the sharp eyes of a survivor; and little Sophie who hummed under her breath whenever fear grew too heavy. When they finished, the silence returned, heavy and thick. I didn’t know what to say. How do you comfort people who have forgotten what sunlight looks like? “I don’t know how long I’ve been here,” I began softly, “but I know this, we have found a way out and we are going to give it our best.” Anna shook her head. “We’ve tried, Elena. Every door, every window, every lock. The last time we tried… They beat us so badly, Marianne nearly lost the baby.”

"Anna, I do think that you get what I am trying to say" The little girl gently nods her head and smiles. "Mister Herald talked to me last night and he told me thing that 'You shall not live to appease others but you shall live for you and yourself alone' that's what it says" 'It is something so deep... I wonder if she understands it so well. She's just a little girl who doesn't even have a proper education but... it would be a great fortune if she understand it. Isn't she is someone they called a genius at birth? If that did happen?'

On the back, she wrote: Love makes things grow again. Emma cried, but only from gratitude. She began leading writing workshops. Small groups of women, mostly. Survivors. Dreamers. People who had lost their voices and were just starting to remember what they sounded like. One woman whispered, “I forgot I had anything worth saying.” Emma took her hand. “You never lost your worth. You just forgot where you left it.” She printed simple quotes and placed them on her mirror: You are allowed joy. You are not your scars. Soft is still strong.

Small magnets can pose a special problem. The result horrified me, 'Oh God I didn't want him to die. I just attacked him with a pen because I thought it won't do a lot of damage to him. How would I possibly can think of him dying because of a pen?' My attention drifted to my phone as I received a new text message. "You are going to be as good as dead. When I will catch you, Annie." ...... Dear Readers, I hope you can relate to Jacqueline. And even if you don't I hope you can find a thread that connects you to her world.

A new day, a new hope. Annie marked her diary with the quote and locked the door behind as usual with a smiling face. She really doesn't know to be sad for more than one minute. Hopefully, her leg is fine from yesterday after taking painkillers. She came to the roadside and started checking her wristwatch again and again as she was late by one whole hour. Booking a taxi, she got inside it as she can't delay it further to wait for the bus.

She found Joel still seated comfortably as he bobbed his head to the music in his ears. Shooting him a killing look, she sat on one of the chairs close to the door. The motivational posters of various colours that decorated the sky-blue painted walls caught her attention. And most of them, she observed, contained quotes from famous people. Some she had heard of and some she had read about. "A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt. That one made her smile. “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." ~ Nelson Mandela