Autumn came, and the leaves in the forest turned to orange and gold. Then, as winter approached, the wind caught them as they fell.

My life will be the best illustration of all my work.

I only do His will, replied Death. I am his gardener. I take all His flowers and trees, and transplant them into the gardens of Paradise in an unknown land. How they flourish there, and what that garden resembles, I may not tell you.

The stork walking about on his long red legs chattered in the Egyptian language, which he had learnt from his mother. The corn-fields and meadows were surrounded by large forests, in the midst of which were deep pools.

When the bird of the heart begins to sing, too often will reason stop up her ears.

Each soldier was the living image of the others, but there was one who was a bit different. He had only one leg, for he was the last to be cast and the tin had run out. Still, there he stood, just as steadfast on his one leg as the others on their two; and he is the tin soldier we are going to hear about.

But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.

To travel is to live.

You have become my thinking's single thought, My heart's first love: it had no love before. I love you as no love on earth is wrought, I love you now and love you evermore.

Now, if we only had as many casks of butter as there are people here, then I would eat lots of butter!

Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg.

She was so young that love was still a game to her. . . . She was being neither fair nor clever, but Babette was only nineteen years old.

Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short steps.

But shouldn't all of us on earth give the best we have to others and offer whatever is in our power?

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.

A short time ago"—the Star's "short time ago" is called among men "centuries ago"—"my rays followed a young artist. It was in the city of the Popes, in.

I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling.

Travelling expands the mind rarely.

I only appear to be dead.

Early in the morning, a peasant, who was passing by, saw what had happened. He broke the ice in pieces with his wooden shoe, and carried the duckling home to his wife. The warmth revived the poor.

Some are created for beauty, and some for use; and there are some which one can do without altogether.

They could see she was a real Princess and no question about it, now that she had felt one pea all the way through twenty mattresses and twenty more feather beds. Nobody but a Princess could be so delicate.

There was once a king's son. Nobody had so many or such beautiful books as he had. He could read about everything which had ever happened in the world, and see it all represented in the most beautiful pictures.

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.

Every author has some peculiarity in his descriptions or in his style of writing. Those who do not like him, magnify it, shrug up their shoulders, and exclaim __ there he is again!

Well, that's not easy to answer when the question is so stupidly put...

In a sunny spot stood a pleasant old farm-house.

Now he is certainly sailing above, he on whom my wishes hang, and in whose hand I should like to lay my life's happiness. I will dare everything to win him and an immortal soul.

And, above all, beware of the cat.

Human beings.. have souls which lives forever, lives after the body has been turned to dust. It rises up through the clear, pure air beyond the glittering stars.

His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. 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.

You're a fine one for tramping around, the bandit girl said to Kai. I'd like to know – do you really deserve to have someone run to the end of the world just for your sake?

Because she could not go near all these wonderful things, she longed for them all the more.

She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.

And the pea was put in the museum, where it can still be seen, if no one has stolen it.

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. He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so much better all the pleasure and happiness around him; for the great swans swam round the newcomer and stroked his neck with their beaks, as a welcome.

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.

They sat close to each other, and he told her a story about her eyes. They were beautiful dark lakes in which her thoughts swam about like mermaids. And her forehead was a snowy mountain, grand and shining. These were lovely stories.

But these are small troubles, people will say. Yes, but they are drops which wear hollows in the rock.

Never had she danced so beautifully; the sharp knives cut her feet, but she did not feel it, for the pain in her heart was far greater.

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.

Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.

Every person's life is a fairytale written by God's fingers.

And Kay and Gerda looked in each other's eyes, and all at once they understood the old hymn: The rose in the valley is blooming so sweet, And angels descend there the children to greet. There sat the two grown-up persons; grown-up, and yet children; children at least in heart; and it was summer-time; summer, glorious summer!

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.

Life itself is the most wonderful fairytale.

My life is a lovely story, happy and full of incident.

But you are a.

The good and the beautiful is not forgotten; it lives in legend and in song.