Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.

I long to ride a bike, dance, whistle, look at the world, feel young and know that I'm free, and yet I can't let it show. Just imagine what would happen if all eight of us were to feel sorry for ourselves or walk around with the discontent clearly visible on our faces. Where would that get us?

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

leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing

I... keep trying to find a way to become what I'd like to be and what I could be if... if only there were no other people in the world.

Misfortunes never come singly.

I want something from Daddy that he is not able to give me. ... It is only that I long for Daddy's real love: not only as his child, but for me - Anne, myself.