So I FINALLY finished read this book 3 days before, after I read it since months ago (I think it was since Ramadan month). It's not like I read it like 1 page/day. But it was all because I was too busy to read it --nah, it's bullshit, ha ha-- the true reason was, I think, the way how Anne described the situation was way too specific. And I actually I got bored in the middle of the story so I was quite lazy to read it. But, hey, don't get me wrong! It is still a good book to read, though. I love how tough this girl named Anne Frank was.
So I picked some lines from this book, and as always, I want to share it with you.
The reason for my starting a diary, it is I have no such real friend.
I have my own views, plans, and ideas, though I can't put it into words yet.
This is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But this is, perhaps, the end of the beginning. (Churchill said)
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. Let me get away from it all, preferably away from the world.
After the terrible day yesterday, at last something good again and-- hope. Hope for it to end, hope for peace.
"Go outside, laugh, and take a breath of fresh air," a voice cries within me, but I don't even feel a response any more.
I don't know and I couldn't talk about it to anyone, because then I know I should cry. Crying can bring such relief.
A person can be lonely even if he is loved by many people because he is still not be the "One and Only" to anyone.
Alas, I know it's dull for you, but try to put yourself in my place, and imagine how sick I am of the old cows who keep having to be pulled out of the ditch again.
I made special effort not to look at him too much, because whenever I did, he kept on looking too and then --yes, then-- it gave me a lovely feeling inside, but which I mustn't feel too often.
"Leave me in peace, leave me alone," that's what I'd like to keep crying out all the time.
Don't think I'm in love, because I'm not, but I do have a feeling all the time that something fine can grow up between us, something that gives confidence and friendship.
I didn't want to trust anyone but myself any more.
Go outside, to the fields, enjoy nature and the sunshine, go out and try to recapture happiness in yourself and in God. Think of all the beauty that's still left in and around you and be happy.
I've found that there is always some beauty left --in nature, sunshine, freedom, in yourself; these can all help you. Look at these things, then you find yourself again, and God, and then you regain your balance. And whoever is happy will make others happy too. He who has courage and faith will never perish in misery!
When shall I finally untangle my thoughts, when shall I find my peace and rest within myself again?
We don't tell each other everything, because we are always together.
Let the end come, even if it is hard; then at least we shall know whether we are finally going to win through or go under.
Stupid people usually can't take it if others do better than they do.
I must have something besides a husband and children, something that I can devote myself to!
I can perfectly well remember that there was a time when a deep blue sky, the song of the birds, moonlight and flowers could never have kept me spellbound.
Alas, the sacrifice was all in vain, as the moon gave far too much light and I didn't dare risk opening a window.
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.
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