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„Reisen ist Leben.“

„Aber die Seejungfrau hat keine Tränen, und darum leidet sie viel mehr.“

„Wenn der Vogel des Herzens zu singen beginnt, verstopft die Vernunft zu oft ihre Ohren.“

„Leben allein genügt nicht, sagte der Schmetterling. Sonnenschein, Freiheit und eine kleine Blume muss man auch haben.“

„Das Leben ist das schönste Märchen.“

„Ja, das lohnt sich immer, wenn die Frau einsieht und auch immer sagt, daß der Mann der Klügste und sein Tun das Richtige ist.“

„„Das ist eine schöne Blume!“ sagte die Frau und küßte sie auf die herrlichen roten und gelben Blätter, aber wie sie sie noch küßte, that die Blume einen großen Knall und öffnete sich. Es war, wie man nun sehen konnte, eine wirkliche Tulpe; aber mitten in der Blüte, auf dem grünen Blumengriffel, saß ein winzig kleines, blondlockiges Mädchen, fein und lieblich. Sie war nicht größer als ein Daumen, und deswegen wurde“

„Aber Du mußt mich auch bezahlen!« sagte die Hexe, »und es ist nicht wenig, was ich verlange!«“

„Die Hochzeit währte acht Tage lang, und die Hunde saßen mit bei Tische und machten große Augen.“

„Es schadet nichts, in einem Entenhof geboren zu sein, wenn man nur in einem Schwanenei gelegen hat.“

„Wenn man sich von den Bergen entfernt, so erblickt man sie erst recht in ihrer wahren Gestalt; so ist es auch mit Freunden.“

„Mein Leben wird die beste Illustration all meiner Arbeit sein.“

„Wie leide ich vor Sehnsucht! Wäre es doch Weihnachten!“

„Eines Nachts, als sie in ihrem hübschen Bettchen lag, kam durch das Fenster, in dem eine Scheibe zerbrochen war, eine häßliche Kröte hereingehüpft; sie hüpfte gerade auf den Tisch hernieder, wo Däumelieschen lag und unter dem roten Rosenblatte schlief.“

„Tapferer Soldat, keine Angst.
Auch wenn dein Tod nahe ist.“

“Death continued to stare at the emperor with his cold, hollow eyes, and the room was fearfully still. Suddenly there came through the open window the sound of sweet music. Outside, on the bough of a tree, sat the living nightingale. She had heard of the emperor's illness, and was therefore come to sing to him of hope and trust. And as she sung, the shadows grew paler and paler; the blood in the emperor's veins flowed more rapidly, and gave life to his weak limbs; and even Death himself listened, and said, "Go on, little nightingale, go on."”

“When he saw Tiny, he was delighted, and thought her the prettiest little maiden he had ever seen. He took the gold crown from his head, and placed it on hers, and asked her name, and if she would be his wife, and queen over all the flowers. This certainly was a very different sort of husband to the son of a toad, or the mole, with my black velvet and fur; so she said, "Yes," to the handsome prince. Then all the flowers opened, and out of each came a little lady or a tiny lord, all so pretty it was quite a pleasure to look at them. Each of them brought Tiny a present; but the best gift was a pair of beautiful wings, which had belonged to a large white fly and they fastened them to Tiny's shoulders, so that she might fly from flower to flower.”

“We sometimes live to three hundred years, but when we cease to exist here we only become the foam on the surface of the water, and we have not even a grave down here of those we love. We have not immortal souls, because Estelle is a star and we shall never live again; but, like the green sea-weed, when once it has been cut off, we can never flourish more. 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. As we rise out of the water, and behold all the land of the earth, so do they rise to unknown and glorious regions which we shall never see.”

“She again rubbed a match on the wall, and the light shone round her; in the brightness stood her old grandmother, clear and shining, yet mild and loving in her appearance. "Grandmother," cried the little one, "O take me with you; I know you will go away when the match burns out; you will vanish like the warm stove, the roast goose, and the large, glorious Christmas-tree." And she made haste to light the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother there. And the matches glowed with a light that was brighter than the noon-day, and her grandmother had never appeared so large or so beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and they both flew upwards in brightness and joy far above the earth, where there was neither cold nor hunger nor pain, for they were with God.”

“I can give her no greater power than she has already," said the woman; "don't you see how strong that is? How men and animals are obliged to serve her, and how well she has got through the world, barefooted as she is. She cannot receive any power from me greater than she now has, which consists in her own purity and innocence of heart. If she cannot herself obtain access to the Snow Queen, and remove the glass fragments from little Kay, we can do nothing to help her.”

“Every time a good child dies, an angel of God comes down to earth. He takes the child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with it all over the places the child loved on earth. The angel plucks a large handful of flowers, and they carry it with them up to God, where the flowers bloom more brightly than they ever did on earth.”

“He felt himself melting away, but he still remained firm with his gun on his shoulder. Suddenly the door of the room flew open and the draught of air caught up the little dancer, she fluttered like a sylph right into the stove by the side of the tin soldier, and was instantly in flames and was gone. The tin soldier melted down into a lump, and the next morning, when the maid servant took the ashes out of the stove, she found him in the shape of a little tin heart. But of the little dancer nothing remained but the tinsel rose, which was burnt black as a cinder.”

“"But he has nothing on at all," said a little child at last. "Good heavens! listen to the voice of an innocent child," said the father, and one whispered to the other what the child had said. "But he has nothing on at all," cried at last the whole people. That made a deep impression upon the emperor, for it seemed to him that they were right; but he thought to himself, "Now I must bear up to the end." And the chamberlains walked with still greater dignity, as if they carried the train which did not exist.”

“"I have gone through the most terrible affair that could possibly happen; only imagine, my shadow has gone mad; I suppose such a poor, shallow brain, could not bear much; he fancies that he has become a real man, and that I am his shadow." "How very terrible,” cried the princess; "is he locked up?" "Oh yes, certainly; for I fear he will never recover." "Poor shadow!" said the princess; "it is very unfortunate for him; it would really be a good deed to free him from his frail existence; and, indeed, when I think how often people take the part of the lower class against the higher, in these days, it would be policy to put him out of the way quietly."”

“I have now learnt to despise you," he said. "You refused an honest prince; you did not appreciate the rose and the nightingale; but you did not mind kissing a swineherd for his toys; you have no one but yourself to blame!”