How often when we are comfortable, we begin to long for something new!
Jacob GrimmSkin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.
Jacob Grimmyou shall tie the marriage knot with the ropemaker's daughter and the cawing of the crows will be your wedding song.
Jacob GrimmI'm Death, and I make sure that everyone is equal.
Jacob GrimmTurn back, turn back,thou pretty bride,
Within this house thou must not abide.
For here do evil things betide.
Mots clés the-robber-bridegroom
My love for her is so great, that if all the leaves on all the trees were tongues, they could not declare it.
Jacob GrimmMots clés love
My mother, she killed me,
My father, he ate me,
My sister Marlene,
Gathered all my bones,
Tied them in a silken scarf,
Laid them beneath the juniper tree,
Tweet, tweet, what a beautiful bird am I.
They were indeed great rascals, and belonged to that class of people who find things before they are lost.
Jacob GrimmLove is like death, it must come to us all, but to each his own unique way and time, sometimes it will be avoided, but never can it be cheated, and never will it be forgotten.
Jacob GrimmMots clés philosophical
A certain king had a beautiful garden, and in the garden stood a tree which bore golden apples. These apples were always counted, and about the time when they began to grow ripe it was found that every night one of them was gone. The king became very angry at this, and ordered the gardener to keep watch all night under the tree. The gardener set his eldest son to watch; but about twelve o'clock he fell asleep, and in the morning another of the apples was missing. Then the second son was ordered to watch; and at midnight he too fell asleep, and in the morning another apple was gone. Then the third son offered to keep watch; but the gardener at first would not let him, for fear some harm should come to him: however, at last he consented, and the young man laid himself under the tree to watch. As the clock struck twelve he heard a rustling noise in the air, and a bird came flying that was of pure gold; and as it was snapping at one of the apples with its beak, the gardener's son jumped up and shot an arrow at it. But the arrow did the bird no harm; only it dropped a golden feather from its tail, and then flew away. The golden feather was brought to the king in the morning, and all the council was called together. Everyone agreed that it was worth more than all the wealth of the kingdom: but the king said, 'One feather is of no use to me, I must have the whole bird.
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