Hans Christian Andersen, or simply H.C. Andersen, was a Danish author and poet, most famous for his fairy tales. Among his best-known stories "The Snow Queen", "The Little Mermaid", "The Emperor's New Clothes" and "The Ugly Duckling". During Andersen's lifetime he was feted by royalty and acclaimed as having brought joy to children across Europe.
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Where words fail, music speaks.
Life itself is the most wonderful fairytale of all.
Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, to gain all while you give, to roam the roads of the lands remote, to travel is to live.
Every man's life is a fairy-tale written by God's fingers.
It is the power of thought that gives man power over nature.
Most of the people who will walk behind me will be children so make the beat keep time with short steps.
To travel is to live.
Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg.
Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers.
....Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his wing; for he did not know what to do, he was so happy, and yet not at all proud. He had been persecuted and despised for his ugliness, and now he heard them say he was the most beautiful of all the birds. Even the elder-tree bent down its bows into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and bright. He would never became vain or conceited, and would always remembered how it felt to be despised and teased, and he was very sorry for all the creatures who are so treated merely because they are different from those around them. Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart,
Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
Don't ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!
I covet honour in the same way as a miser covets gold.
There was once a merchant who was so rich that he might have paved the whole street, and a little alley besides, with silver money. But he didn't do it--he knew better how to use his money than that.
To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, To gain all while you give, To roam the roads of lands remote, To travel is to live.
I know what you want. It is very stupid of you, but you shall have your way, and it will bring you to sorrow, my pretty princess. - The sea witch.
The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
But the Emperor has nothing at all on!
"Does all the beauty of the world stop when you die?" "No," said the Old Oak;
"it will last much longer - longer than I can even think of." "Well, then," said the little May-fly, "we have the same time to live; only we reckon differently.
Every time a good child dies, an angel of God comes down to earth.
He takes the child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with it all over the places the child loved on earth. 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.
We cannot expect to be happy always ... by experiencing evil as well as good we become wise.
I would give gladly all the hundreds of years that I have to live, to be a human being only for one day, and to have the hope of knowing the happiness of that glorious world above the stars.
If you looked down to the bottom of my soul, you would understand fully the source of my longing and – pity me. Even the open, transparent lake has its unknown depths, which no divers know.
To travel is to live.
Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.
And the Top spoke no more of his old love;
for that dies away when the beloved objects has lain for five years in a roof gutter and got wet through; yes, one does not know her again when one meets her in the dust box.
In the days of Moses and the prophets such a man would have been counted among the wise men of the land; in the Middle Ages he would have been burned at the stake.
Farewell, farewell," said the swallow, with a heavy heart, as he left the warm countries, to fly back into Denmark. There he had a nest over the window of a house in which dwelt the writer of fairy tales. The swallow sang "Tweet, tweet," and from his song came the whole story.
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.
Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.
I cannot bear it! said the pewter soldier.
I have shed pewter tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change. I cannot bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from one's old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the drawers.
Sharp knives seemed to cut her delicate feet, yet she hardly felt them, so deep was the pain in her heart. She could not forget that this was the last night she would ever see the one for whom she had left her home and family, had given up her beautiful voice, and had day by day endured unending torment, of which he knew nothing at all. An eternal night awaited her.
The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.
Eighty percent of our criminals come from unsympathetic homes.
He found whole figures which represented a written word;
but he never could manage to represent just the word he wanted - that word was 'eternity', and the Snow Queen had said, "If you can discover that figure, you shall be your own master, and I will make you a present of the whole world and a pair of new skates." But he could not find it out.
My life will be the best illustration of all my work.
There was once a bundle of matches, and they were frightfully proud because of their high origin. Their family tree, that is to say the great pine tree of which they were each a little splinter, had been the giant of the forest.
A human life is a story told by God.
Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart, 'I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.
Nothing is too high for a man to reach, but he must climb with care and confidence
When the bird of the heart begins to sing, too often will reason stop up her ears.
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 only appear to be dead.
Each soldier was the living image of the others, but there was one who was a bit different. He had only one leg, for he was the last to be cast and the tin had run out. Still, there he stood, just as steadfast on his one leg as the others on their two; and he is the tin soldier we are going to hear about.