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… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
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… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
“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… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
Every time a good child dies, an angel of God comes down to earth. He takes the child in his arms, spreads out his… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
In the middle of a garden grew a rose tree; it was full of roses, and in the loveliest of them all lived an… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
I know what you want. It is very stupid of you, but you shall have your way, and it will bring you to sorrow,… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
“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
