More Quotes by Hans Christian Andersen
Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.
Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead.
"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.
To be of use to the world is the only way to be happy.
But shouldn't all of us on earth give the best we have to others and offer whatever is in our power?
Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.
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
Each time I think that the song is ended ... something higher and better begins for me.
Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
