She thought, "He whom I love more than my father or mother, he of whom I am always thinking, and in whose hands I would so willingly trust my lifelong happiness. I dare do anything to win him and to gain an immortal soul. Hans Christian Andersen More Quotes by Hans Christian Andersen More Quotes From Hans Christian Andersen Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg. Hans Christian Andersen ugly-duckling swans eggs It is the power of thought that gives man power over nature. Hans Christian Andersen positive-thinking giving men Eighty percent of our criminals come from unsympathetic homes. Hans Christian Andersen criminals evil home Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart, 'I never dreamed of such happiness as this, while I was an ugly duckling. Hans Christian Andersen ugly-duckling heart happiness Almighty God, thee only have I; thou steerest my fate, I must give myself up to thee! Give me a livelihood! Give me a bride! My blood wants love, as my heart does! Hans Christian Andersen fate heart blood 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, and he had wings reaching from his shoulders to his feet. Oh, what a delicious scent there was in his room, and how lovely and transparent the walls were, for they were palest pink, rose petals. Hans Christian Andersen wall eye children I never dreamed of so much happiness when I was the Ugly Duckling! Hans Christian Andersen ducklings ugly-duckling ugly 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. Hans Christian Andersen ugly-duckling swans ducks But the Emperor has nothing at all on! Hans Christian Andersen emperor 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. A door was suddenly opened, the draught caught the little dancer and she fluttered like a sylph, straight into the fire, to the soldier, blazed up and was gone! By this time the soldier was reduced to a mere lump, and when the maid took away the ashes next morning she found him, in the shape of a small tin heart. All that was left of the dancer was her spangle, and that was burnt as black as a coal. Hans Christian Andersen gun heart morning Time is so fleeting that if we do not remember God in our youth, age may find us incapable of thinking of him. Hans Christian Andersen fleeting age thinking Mermaids have no tears, and so they suffer all the more. Hans Christian Andersen mermaid tears suffering Now, if we only had as many casks of butter as there are people here, then I would eat lots of butter! Hans Christian Andersen ifs people There was once a merchant who was so rich that he might have paved the whole street, and a little alley besides, with silver money. But he didn't do it--he knew better how to use his money than that. Hans Christian Andersen use littles might One cannot quite trust the word of potted flowers," thought the butterfly; "they have too much to do with men. Hans Christian Andersen butterfly flower men Every step you take will feel as if you were treading upon knife blades so sharp that blood must flow. I am willing to help you, but are you willing to suffer all this?" "Yes," the little mermaid said in a trembling voice, as she thought of the Prince and of gaining a human soul. Hans Christian Andersen knives voice blood I covet honour in the same way as a miser covets gold. Hans Christian Andersen honour gold way Some are created for beauty, and some for use; and there are some which one can do without altogether. Hans Christian Andersen use can-do "Does all the beauty of the world stop when you die?" "No," said the Old Oak; "it will last much longer - longer than I can even think of." "Well, then," said the little May-fly, "we have the same time to live; only we reckon differently. Hans Christian Andersen doe world thinking How little do the wisest among us know of that which is so important to us all. Hans Christian Andersen important knows littles
