I love a writer…

“I think a lot, but I don’t say much.”

“The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.”

“I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.”

“I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.”

“Because paper has more patience than people. ”

“Memories mean more to me than dresses.”

“Everyone thinks I’m showing off when I talk, ridiculous when I’m silent, insolent when I answer, cunning when I have a good idea, lazy when I’m tired, selfish when I eat one bite more than I should.”

“A person can be lonely even if he is loved by many people, because he is still not the ‘One and Only’ to anyone.”

“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.”

“Love, what is love? I don’t think you can really put it into words. Love is understanding someone, caring for him, sharing his joys and sorrows. ”

“It is becoming a bad dream – in the daytime as well as at night. I see him nearly all the time and can’t get at him, I mustn’t show anything, must remain gay while I’m really in despair.”

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

“I’m sentimental–I know. I’m desperate and silly–I know that too. Oh, help me!”

“Crying can bring relief, as long as you don’t cry alone.”

“Sometimes I believe that God wants to try me, both now and later on; I must become good through my own efforts, without examples and without good advice.”

“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.”

“I look up in the sky and trust in God.”

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There’s more. But do you need to know more?