Author of quotes: Hans Christian Andersen

There is nothing to worry about the soul - when it acts on its own, everything goes perfectly, and only the body interferes with it and makes it do stupid things.

Which the Almighty did not give me.

And to whom does poetic inspiration not sometimes come? That's when thoughts pour out into poetry.

She was the fairy of Sorrow and always managed her affairs herself, without entrusting them to anyone: so at least she knew that everything would probably be done properly.

Pride is always punished.

Even behind the tiniest petal there is someone who can tell about the crime and punish the criminal.

You have to be a renegade not to consider our country the best in the world! Such a person is not worthy to live in it!

As soon as Hjalmar lay down, Ole Lukoye touched the furniture with his magic wand and all the things immediately began to chatter among themselves; everything except the spittoon; This one was silent and angry to herself at their vanity: they talk only about themselves and about themselves and don’t even think about the one who stands so modestly in the corner and allows herself to be spat on!

We are all generally big homebodies, except for the bucket that sometimes happens in the yard; the food basket brings us news; she often goes to the market, but her tongue is too harsh. Just listen to how she talks! The other day, while listening to her, an old pot fell off the shelf out of fear and broke into shards!

Once upon a time there lived a merchant so rich that he could pave an entire street with silver money, and an alley to boot; However, he didn’t do that - he knew what to do with the money, and if he spent his skill, he made a whole daler. So this is what the merchant was like!

Many lush, proud flowers bloomed in the garden, and the less fragrant they were, the more important they became. The peonies were puffing out their cheeks - they all wanted to become bigger than the roses; Is it really a matter of size? There was no one more colorful and elegant than tulips, they knew this very well and tried to stay as straight as possible in order to be more conspicuous. None of the proud flowers noticed the small daisy growing somewhere near the ditch.

Chamomile looked at the happy fluttering songbird with some special respect, but did not envy her at all and was not sad that she herself could neither fly nor sing. I

All the children sat quietly on the school benches and learned from their teachers; our chamomile also sat quietly on its stem and learned from the clear sun and from all the surrounding nature, learned to recognize the goodness of God.