Why do we trust one another so little? I know there must be a reason, but still I sometimes think it’s horrible that you find you can never really confide in people, even in those who are nearest to you.
It seems to me that, later on, neither I nor anyone else will be interested in the chatterings of a 13-year-old schoolgirl…
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.
Paper is more patient than people.’ Whenever
Heme aquí llegada al punto de partida, a la idea de comenzar un Diario: yo no tengo amiga.
…if I only knew how much longer we had to put up with each other’s company, I’d start counting the days.
I was too happy for words and I believe he was as well.
Riches, prestige, everything can be lost. But the happiness in your own heart can only be dimmed; it will always be there, as long as you live, to make you happy again.
It must be awful to feel you’re not needed.
In the book Men against Death I was greatly struck by the fact that in childbirth alone, women commonly suffer more pain, illness and misery than any war hero ever does. And what’s her reward for enduring all that pain? She gets pushed aside when she’s disfigured by birth, her children soon leave, her beauty is gone. 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!