Hans Christian Andersen Quotes

"alone," said the mother, "he is"

At first she was overjoyed that he would be with her, but then she recalled that human people could not live under the water, and he could only visit her father's palace as a dead man.

Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.

...when a storm was coming on, and they anticipated that a ship might sink, they swam before it, and sang most sweetly of the delight to be found beneath the water, begging the seafarers not to be afraid of coming down below.

"Yes, it is wonderful to be alive! Indeed, the Bottle inwardly sang of all this, as do young poets, who frequently also know nothing about the things of which they sing." From The Bottle Neck

You’re a fine one for tramping around,” the bandit girl said to Kai. “I’d like to know – do you really deserve to have someone run to the end of the world just for your sake?

"push it myself." On the next day the weather was delightful, and the sun shone brightly on the green burdock

"came to anything, very remarkable; and there they are for you." So saying, he gave Joanna the gingerbread man, who was still quite whole — and to Knud the broken maiden; but the children had been so much impressed by the story, that they had not the heart to eat the

looking old witch in the road. Her under-lip hung quite down on her breast, and she stopped and said, “Good

Roses bloom and cease to be, but we shall the Christ-child see

It is only with the heart that one can see clearly, for the most essential things are invisible to the eye.

The angel plucks a large handful of flowers, and they carry it with them up to God, where the flowers bloom more brightly than they ever did on earth.

To Travel is to Live

he had made a mirror with the power of causing all that was good and beautiful when it was reflected therein, to look poor and mean; but that which was good-for-nothing and looked ugly was shown magnified and increased in ugliness.

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.