One must apply one's reason to everything here, learning to obey, to shut up, to help, to be good, to give in, and I don't know what else. I'm afraid I shall use up all my brains too quickly, and I haven't got so very many. Then I shall not have any left for when the war is over.

Misfortunes never come singly.

When I write I can shake off all my cares. My sorrow disappears, my spirits are revived.

I know what I want, I have a goal, an opinion, I have a religion and love. Let me be myself and then I am satisfied. I know that I’m a woman, a woman with inward strength and plenty of courage.

Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill.

I love you, with a love so great that it simply couldn't keep growing inside my heart, but had to leap out and reveal itself in all its magnitude.

You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody's one and only.