I can give her no greater power than she has already, said the woman; don't you see how strong that is? How men and animals are obliged to serve her,… - Hans Christian Andersen

I can give her no greater power than she has already... don’t you see how strong that is? How men and animals are obliged to serve her and how well she has got through the world, barefoot as she is. She cannot receive from me any power greater than she now has, which consists in her own purity and innocence of heart.

Só se um ser humano a amasse tanto que você importasse mais para ele que pai e mãe. Se ele a amasse de todo o coração e deixasse o padre pôr a mão direita sobre a sua como uma promessa de ser fiel e verdadeiro por toda a eternidade. Nesse caso, a alma dele deslizaria para dentro do seu corpo e você, também, obteria uma parcela da felicidade humana. Ele lhe daria uma alma e, no entanto, conservaria a dele próprio.

Never had she danced so beautifully; the sharp knives cut her feet, but she did not feel it, for the pain in her heart was far greater.

There was a proud Teapot, proud of being made of porcelain, proud of its long spout and its broad handle. It had something in front of it and behind it; the spout was in front, and the handle behind, and that was what it talked about. But it didn't mention its lid, for it was cracked and it was riveted and full of defects, and we don't talk about our defects - other people do that. The cups, the cream pitcher, the sugar bowl - in fact, the whole tea service - thought much more about the defects in the lid and talked more about it than about the sound handle and the distinguished spout. The Teapot knew this.