My life is a lovely story, happy and full of incident.

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.

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.

But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.

Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.

A human life is a story told by God.

Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.