Farewell, farewell,” said the swallow, with a heavy heart, as he left the warm countries, to fly back into Denmark. There he had a nest over the window of a house in which dwelt the writer of fairy tales. The swallow sang “Tweet, tweet,” and from his song came the whole story.
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENBrave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.
More Hans Christian Andersen Quotes
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The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.
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Some are created for beauty, and some for use; and there are some which one can do without altogether.
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I would give gladly all the hundreds of years that I have to live, to be a human being only for one day, and to have the hope of knowing the happiness of that glorious world above the stars.
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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.
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Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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We haven’t yet got eyes that can gaze into all the splendour that God has created, but we shall get them one day; and that will be the finest fairy tale of all, for we shall be in it ourselves.
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Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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It is out of reality that the most peculiar tale of all is born … Some call me the Elder Granny, others – the Dryad, but my real name is Memory. It is I who sits on a tree that keeps on growing, and growing, it is I who reminisces and tells stories.
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He looked at the little maiden, and she looked at him; and he felt that he was melting away, but he still managed to keep himself erect, shouldering his gun bravely.
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Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.
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She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Happy domestic life is like a beautiful summer’s evening; the heart is filled with peace; and everything around derives a peculiar glory.
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Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.
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Time is so fleeting that if we do not remember God in our youth, age may find us incapable of thinking of him.
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