Where words fail, music speaks.— Hans Christian Andersen
The most reckoning Hans Christian Andersen quotes that will activate your inner potential
The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things.
Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.
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.
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.
Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
Nothing is too high for a man to reach, but he must climb with care and confidence
Every man's life is a fairy-tale written by God's fingers.
To travel is to live.
Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers.
Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead.
But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.
Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg.
The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
The sun shines upon good and bad alike.
A mermaid has not an immortal soul, nor can she obtain one unless she wins the love of a human being. On the power of another hangs her eternal destiny.
It was clear to me, as I glanced back over my earlier life, that a loving Providence watched over me, that all was directed for me by a higher power.
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.
No, the light is too intense; we do not yet have eyes that can see all the glory God has created. But maybe someday we will have such eyes. That will be the most wonderful fairy tale of all, for we ourselves will be part of it.
Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea.
A human life is a story told by God.
Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
I never dreamed of so much happiness when I was the Ugly Duckling!
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.
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.
Life itself is the most wonderful fairytale of all.
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.
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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.
Happy domestic life is like a beautiful summer's evening;
the heart is filled with peace; and everything around derives a peculiar glory.
My life is a lovely story, happy and full of incident.
Almighty God, thee only have I; thou steerest my fate, I must give myself up to thee! Give me a livelihood! Give me a bride! My blood wants love, as my heart does!
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.
I have gone through the most terrible affair that could possibly happen;
only imagine, my shadow has gone mad; I suppose such a poor, shallow brain, could not bear much; he fancies that he has become a real man, and that I am his shadow.
To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's egg.
Most of the people who will walk behind me will be children so make the beat keep time with short steps.
It is the power of thought that gives man power over nature.
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.
How little do the wisest among us know of that which is so important to us all.
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 naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.
Eighty percent of our criminals come from unsympathetic homes.
Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.
Mermaids have no tears, and so they suffer all the more.
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.
Every step you take will feel as if you were treading upon knife blades so sharp that blood must flow. I am willing to help you, but are you willing to suffer all this?" "Yes," the little mermaid said in a trembling voice, as she thought of the Prince and of gaining a human soul.
It is out of reality that the most peculiar tale of all is born .
.. Some call me the Elder Granny, others - the Dryad, but my real name is Memory. It is I who sits on a tree that keeps on growing, and growing, it is I who reminisces and tells stories.
Well, it's not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
We haven't yet got eyes that can gaze into all the splendour that God has created, but we shall get them one day; and that will be the finest fairy tale of all, for we shall be in it ourselves.
....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,
"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.
Time is so fleeting that if we do not remember God in our youth, age may find us incapable of thinking of him.