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 AndersenWhen the bird of the heart begins to sing, too often will reason stop up her ears.
Hans Christian AndersenWe haven't yet got eyes that can gaze into all the splendour that God has created, but we shall get them one day; and that will be the finest fairy tale of all, for we shall be in it ourselves.
Hans Christian AndersenMany, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea.
Hans Christian Andersen