- "My only pleasure is reading and writing. Maman doesn't like that very much, she says I will never earn any money, but my idea isn't to make money like the Americans, who drink it and eat it and jingle it in their hands. I don't want that, I don't aspire to anything, I just want to be allowed to think and contemplate the landscape and to be left to read in peace, that's the truth. I prefer not to think unless I am alone. When I am alone I read, I think and I write. ... Then when I am tired I sit at the window which looks out on the ugly courtyard, but as a consolation I imagine that it's a countryside."
- "I have made a resolution not to have any friends and not to be attached to anyone outside my family. One can't be sure of staying anywhere and if one leaves, there is too much sadness."
- "I am disgusted with my classmates. I can't understand the way they think and talk. I have never heard such dumb subjects of conversation. Are you going out in the car this afternoon, where are you going, with whom? Or else they say bad things about people behind their backs and make up thousands of lies. I keep quiet, and go away from them and think of other things."
- "Music makes such an impression on me, all of it sounding like the cry of a human heart or the description of a heart that is never really happy on this earth."
- "I try to do better, but it seems I always look like an old maid. My face expresses too clearly the sad thoughts that preoccupy me."
- "I shall live on dreams because reality is too cruel for me. I think I shall be the kind of person that nobody understands, like Edgar Poe, although later he was understood while I shall never be. I think differently from everyone else. I admire the classic author who wrote, honor above all. ... Oh! How can one love a person one time and another time come to hate him? Myself, I have only one heart, only one promise, only one answer, and once a deed is done, I would never go against it. It seems to me it is impossible to change one's mind like that, and if that can be, then I say all minds are false, their decisions do not come from the heart, which has only one thought and can't change like that."
- "When I read and reread these pages, I am glad to be able to say this is a special story. What does it matter if nobody understands it. Am I writing for other people? No. I write for me, for myself. My voice is unknown. What joy if I am looked down on. My treasure will then belong only to me. "
- "Dreams are my Life, the dream that sustains the solitary person that I shall be, for I say again, no man will want to be my master. A disposition such as mine is made to live in union only with solitude."
- "I am a leaf that isn't in its right place on the tree. I fly, I run, I search, but why keep looking on this tree when my happiness is hidden in another?"
- "With the song of the birds, the warm sun, and the joy that enlivens spring, hope has come back into my heart. I am no longer unhappy. I am just sad. I have forgotten that I lived to suffer. I have looked the sun in the face and said to it: I want your light. It gave it to me."
- "When I write, I say everything; if I talk, I say nothing. Writing is my language and my diary knows more about the depths of my soul than any of my confidants, as if I had any, because that's just what I never want to have!"
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