ele pediu-me para rezar, mas eu só me lembrava da tabuada
Hans Christian AndersenWhere are your sons?" asked the prince.
"Well, it's not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!" said the woman.
Donc, il faudra que je meure et flotte comme écume sur la mer et n'entende jamais plus la musique des vagues, ne voit plus les fleurs ravissantes et le rouge soleil. Ne puis-je rien faire pour gagner une vie éternelle?
Hans Christian AndersenMots clés french
It doesn't matter if you're born in a duck yard, so long as you are hatched from a swan's egg!
Hans Christian AndersenMots clés empowerment beauty dreams fairy-tales aspirations potential outcasts ugliness ducks underdogs swans
My life will be the best illustration of all my work.
Hans Christian AndersenMots clés life writing work creative-process illustration
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.
Mots clés sad hans-christian-andersen fairytale tin-soldier
Every man’s life is a fairytale written by God’s hand.
Hans Christian AndersenThere was a proud Teapot, proud of being made of porcelain, proud of its long spout and its broad handle. It had something in front of it and behind it; the spout was in front, and the handle behind, and that was what it talked about. But it didn't mention its lid, for it was cracked and it was riveted and full of defects, and we don't talk about our defects - other people do that. The cups, the cream pitcher, the sugar bowl - in fact, the whole tea service - thought much more about the defects in the lid and talked more about it than about the sound handle and the distinguished spout. The Teapot knew this.
Hans Christian AndersenMots clés best-beginnings
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 AndersenBeing born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg.
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