Quotes by Hans Christian Andersen
Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short steps.
Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
My life is a lovely story, happy and full of incident.
Life itself is the most wonderful fairytale of all.
Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea.
It is the power of thought that gives man power over nature.
....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,
Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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.
Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg.
Where words fail, music speaks.
It is God who lets the wild apples grow, to satisfy the hungry. He showed her a wild apple-tree, with the boughs bending under the weight of the fruit. Here she took her midday meal, placing props under the boughs, and then went into the darkest part of the forest. There it was so still that she could hear her own footsteps, as well as the rustling of every dry leaf which bent under her feet. Not one bird was to be seen, not one ray of sunlight could find its way through the great dark boughs of the trees; the lofty trunks stood so close together that when she looked before her it appeared as though she were surrounded by sets of palings one behind the other. O, here was solitude such as she had never before known!
Every man's life is a fairy-tale written by God's fingers.
Most of the people who will walk behind me will be children so make the beat keep time with short steps.
