154 Quotes by Hans Christian Andersen

Life is a faerytale written by God’s hand.

At his next visit he fancied he must have got into a narrow needlecase, full of sharp needles: “Oh,” thought he, “this must be the heart of an old maid;” but such was not the fact;.

Yet still they flew on and on, higher and higher, till at last the mirror trembled so fearfully that it slipped from their hands and fell to the earth, shivered into hundreds of millions and billions of bits. And then it did more harm than ever. Some of these bits were not as big as a grain of sand and these flew about, all over the world, getting into people’s eyes. And once in, they stuck there and distorted everything they looked at or made them see everything that was amiss.

Traveling expands the mind rarely.

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.

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.

Her tender feet felt as if cut with sharp knives, but she cared not for it; a sharper pang had pierced through her heart.

Just living is not enough,' said the butterfly. 'One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.