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Wikipedia Summary for Anne Frank
Annelies Marie "Anne" Frank (German pronunciation: [ˈanəˌliːs maˈʁiː ˈʔanə ˈfʁaŋk], Dutch: [ˈɑnəˌlis maːˈri ˈʔɑnə ˈfrɑŋk]; 12 June 1929 – February or March 1945) was a German-Dutch diarist of Jewish heritage. One of the most discussed Jewish victims of the Holocaust, she gained fame posthumously with the 1947 publication of The Diary of a Young Girl (originally Het Achterhuis in Dutch; English: The Secret Annex), in which she documents her life in hiding from 1942 to 1944, during the German occupation of the Netherlands in World War II. It is one of the world's best-known books and has been the basis for several plays and films.
Born in Frankfurt, Germany, she lived most of her life in or near Amsterdam, Netherlands, having moved there with her family at the age of four and a half when the Nazis gained control over Germany. Born a German national, she lost her citizenship in 1941 and thus became stateless. By May 1940, the Franks were trapped in Amsterdam by the German occupation of the Netherlands.
As persecutions of the Jewish population increased in July 1942, the Franks went into hiding in some concealed rooms behind a bookcase in the building where Anne's father, Otto Frank, worked. From then until the family's arrest by the Gestapo in August 1944, she kept a diary she had received as a birthday present, and wrote in it regularly. Following their arrest, the Franks were transported to concentration camps. In October or November 1944, Anne and her sister, Margot, were transferred from Auschwitz to Bergen-Belsen concentration camp, where they died (probably of typhus) a few months later. They were originally estimated by the Red Cross to have died in March, with Dutch authorities setting 31 March as their official date of death, but research by the Anne Frank House in 2015 suggests it is more likely that they died in February.
Otto, the only survivor of the Frank family, returned to Amsterdam after the war to find that her diary had been saved by his secretary, Miep Gies, and his efforts led to its publication in 1947. It was translated from its original Dutch version and first published in English in 1952 as The Diary of a Young Girl, and has since been translated into over 70 languages.
Even if people are still very young, they shouldn't be prevented from saying what they think.
There's one golden rule to keep before you: laugh about everything and don't bother yourself about the others!
Everyone has inside of her a piece of good news. The good news is that you don't know how great you can be!
I don't think of all the misery, but of all the beauty that still remains.
You can always, always give something, even if it is only kindness!
Longer Version:
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!
Jews and Christians wait, the whole world waits,and there are many who wait for death.
Don't condemn me, remember rather that sometimes I, too, can reach the bursting point.
It's an odd idea for someone like me to keep a diary; not only because I have never done so before, but because it seems to me that neither I -- nor for that matter anyone else -- will be interested in the unbosomings of a thirteen-year-old school girl.
There's only one rule you need to remember: laugh at everything and foget everybody else! It sound egotistical, but it's actually the only cure for those suffering from self-pity.
When I think back to my life in 1942, it all seems so unreal. The Anne Frank who enjoyed that heavenly existence was completely different from the one who has grown wise within these walls.
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.
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.
How noble and good everyone could be if, at the end of each day, they were to review their own behavior and weigh up the rights and wrongs.
The world has plenty of room, riches, money and beauty ... Let us begin by dividing it more fairly.
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!
In the future I'm going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality.
Why can't people live with each other in peace? Why must everything be destroyed? Why must people go hungry while surplus food elsewhere in the world rots away? Oh why must people be so crazy?
Helpless, heartbroken and lonely, Katrien sank into the grass at the side of the road and wept--wept until she had no more tears. Darkness had already set in by the time she picked up the overturned basket and headed home. From somewhere in the grass came the gleam of a silver thimble.
Another fact that doesn't exactly brighten up our days is that Mr. Van Maaren, the man who works in the warehouse, is getting suspicious about the Annex.
The firm has two cats, one for the warehouse and one for the attic. Now it occasionally happen that the two cats met; and the result was always a terrific fight. The aggressor was always the warehouse cat yet it was always the attic cat who managed to win -- just like among nations.
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.
Deep down I know I could never be that innocent again, however much I'd like to be.
But I won't bore you any longer on the subject of old men. It won't make things any better and all my plans of revenge (such as disconnecting the lamp, shutting the door, hiding his clothes) must be abandoned in order to keep the peace. Oh, I'm becoming so sensible!
Whoever doesn't know it must learn and find by experience that a quiet conscience makes one strong.
Who knows, perhaps he doesn't care about me at all and look at the others in just the same way.
What's done can't be undone, but at least you can keep it from happening again.
People can tell you to keep your mouth shut, but that doesn't stop you from having your own opinion.
If God lets me live, I shall attain more than Mummy ever has done, I shall not remain insignificant, I shall work in the world and for mankind!
I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.
Earning happiness means doing good and working, not speculating or being lazy. Laziness may look inviting, but only work gives you true satisfaction.
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.
Longer Version:
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. 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 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.
The weak die out and the strong will survive, and will live on forever.
It seems to me that later on neither I nor anyone else will be interested in the musings of a thirteen-year-old schoolgirl.
You can get around to meaningful conversations more quickly in the dark than with the sun tickling your face.
Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.
We lit the stove a few days ago and the entire room is filled with smoke. I prefer central heating, and I'm probably not the only one.
Looking back, I realize that this period of my life has irrevocably come to a close; my happy-go-lucky, carefree schooldays are gone forever. I don't even miss them. I've outgrown them. I can no longer just kid around, since my serious side is always there.
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!
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?
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.
Why are millions spent on the war each day, while not a penny is available for ... artists or the poor? Why do people have to starve when mountians of food are rotting away in other parts of the world? Oh, why are people so crazy?
Riches, power and fame last only for a few years! Why do people cling so desperately to these transitory things? Why can't people who have more than they need for themselves give that surplus to their fellow citizens? Why should some people have such a hard time during their few years on this earth?
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!
The only way to truly know a person is to argue with them. For when they argue in full swing, then they reveal their true character.
I am what a romantic movie is to a profound thinker -- a mere diversion, a comic interlude, something that is soon forgotten.
There's something happening everyday, but I'm too tired and lazy to write it all down.
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.
As long as this exists, this sunshine and this cloudless sky, and as long as I can enjoy it, how can I be sad?
What is done cannot be undone, but one can prevent it happening again.
Give and you shall receive, much more that you ever thought possible. Give and give again. People who give will never be poor!
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.
We, who fill our stomachs with nothing but boiled lettuce, raw lettuce, spinach, spinach and more spinach. Maybe we'll end up being as strong as Popeye, though so far I've seen no sign of it!
I don't intend to shrink from the truth, because the longer it's postponed, the harder it will be for them to accept it when they do hear it!
People who are religious should be glad, since not everyone is blessed with the ability to believe in a higher order.
I don't think my opinions are stupid but other people do, so it's better to keep them to myself.
You only really get to know a person after a fight. Only then can you judge their true characters!
A person can be lonely even if he is loved by many people, because he is still not the One and Only to anyone.
It's good that somebody has finally cut me down to size, has broken my pride, because I've been far too smug.
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