Hans Andersen

And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother read more

And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been so beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.

Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers

Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers

`But the Emperor has nothing on at all!' said a little child.

`But the Emperor has nothing on at all!' said a little child.

Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg.

Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan's egg.

Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, read more

Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven . . .