I've learned one thing: you can only really get to know a person after a row. Only then can you judge their true character!
I don't think of all the misery$$$ but of the beauty that still remains.
Paper is more patient than man.
The Diary of a Young Girl - This book fills you with sadness. I like this book
No one has ever become poor by giving.
How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.
There is a saying that "paper is more patient than man";it came back to me on one of my slightly melancholy days$$$while I sat chin in hand$$$feeling too bored and limp even to make up my mind whether to go out or stay at home. Yes$$$ there is no doubt that paper is patient and as I don't intend to show this cardboard-covered notebook$$$bearing the proud name of"diary"$$$to anyone$$$unless I find a real friend$$$boy or girl$$$probably nobody cares.And now I come to the root of the matter$$$the reason for my starting a diary:it is that I have no such real friend.
November is usually such a disagreeable month...as if the year had suddenly found out that she was growing old and could do nothing but weep and fret over it. This year is growing old gracefully...just like a stately old lady who knows she can be charming even with gray hair and wrinkles. We've had lovely days and delicious twilights.
What I want to get out of my college course is some knowledge of the best way of living life and doing the most and best with it. I want to learn to understand and help other people and myself.
Well$$$ I should like to see you go to college$$$ Anne$$$ but if you never do$$$ don't grow discontented about it. We make our own lives wherever we are$$$ after all... college can only help us do it more easily.