“I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.” — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
“It was the last night that she would breathe the same air as he, or look out over the deep sea and up into… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
“Roses bloom and cease to be, but we shall the Christ-child see” — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
“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, and how well she has got through the world, barefooted as she is. She cannot receive any power from me greater than she now has, which consists in her own… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share
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… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share
In the middle of a garden grew a rose tree; it was full of roses, and in the loveliest of them all lived an elf. He was so tiny that no human eye could see him. He had a snug little room behind every petal of the rose. He was as well made and as perfect as any human child,… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share
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. — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share
“No one would allow that he could not see these much-admired clothes; because, in doing so, he would have declared himself either a simpleton… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
“as the centre of a thick wood. In this snug retreat sat a duck on her nest, watching for her young brood to hatch;” — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humor was the real salt in them. — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
Every step you take will feel as if you were treading upon knife blades so sharp that blood must flow. I am willing to… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
