More Quotes by Hans Christian Andersen
Happy domestic life is like a beautiful summer's evening; the heart is filled with peace; and everything around derives a peculiar glory.
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
"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.
Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.
Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead.
But shouldn't all of us on earth give the best we have to others and offer whatever is in our power?
Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
Each time I think that the song is ended ... something higher and better begins for me.
Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers.
Human beings, on the contrary, have a soul which lives forever, lives after the body has been turned to dust. It rises up through the clear, pure air beyond the glittering stars.
