Hans Christian Andersen Quotes

The right sort (of story) come of themselves: they tap at my forehead and say 'Here we are.

Then little Gerda said the Lord's Prayer; the cold was so intense that she could see her own breath; it came out of her mouth like smoke. Her breath became thicker and thicker, and took the form of little angels who grew larger and larger as soon as they touched the ground. All had helmets on their heads, and lances and shields in their hands; their numbers increased, and when Gerda had finished her prayer a whole legion stood around her. They trust their lances against the horrible snow-flakes, so that the latter flew into a hundred pieces; and little Gerda went forward safely and cheerfully. The angels stroked her hands and feet, so that she felt the cold less, and she hastened on to the Snow Queen's castle.

The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things.

lovely summer weather in the country, and the golden corn, the green

Life itself is the most wonderful fairytale.

The beautiful and the good are never forgotten, they live always in story or in song.

E então o Sol ergueu-se do oceano e os seus raios quentes tombaram docemente sobre a espuma. A sereiazinha não se sentia morta. Viu o Sol brilhar e também, flutuando acima dela, centenas de belas criaturas transparentes. Através dela, via as velas brancas do navio e as nuvens rosadas no céu. As vozes das criaturas pareciam música, mas de uma espécie tão etérea que os ouvidos humanos não conseguiam ouvi-la, tal como os olhos humanos não as viam. Sem asas, flutuavam no ar, levadas pela sua própria leveza. E então a sereiazinha viu que se tinha tornado igual a elas e se erguia cada vez mais alto acima das ondas.

Now, if we only had as many casks of butter as there are people here, then I would eat lots of butter!

Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. “Someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.

"I think I will sit on it a little while longer," said the duck, "as I have sat so long already, a few days will be nothing." "Please yourself," said the old duck, and she went away.

You may have thousands of my days, but I have thousands of moments in which I can be merry and happy. Does all the beauty of the world cease when you die?

Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg.

Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could fathom it: many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects.

Elf Of The Rose

better than the others. I think he will grow up pretty,