Far away, where the swallows take refuge in winter, lived a king who had eleven sons and one daughter, Elise. The eleven… — 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… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
"Does all the beauty of the world stop when you die?" "No," said the Old Oak; "it will last much longer -… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
I have shed pewter tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and lose arms and legs! It… — 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
