"Push it myself." On the next day the weather was delightful, and the sun shone brightly on the green burdock"

"Therefore, when she"

"But he hasn't got anything on," a little child said."

"Better than the others. I think he will grow up pretty,"

"And, above all, beware of the cat."

"Cry so strange that it frightened him."

"The Ugly Duckling The classic story by Hans Christian"

"Pop, pop," sounded in the air, and the two wild geese fell dead among the rushes, and the water was tinged with blood."

"Grant not my prayers, when they are contrary to Thy will, which at all times must be the best. Oh, hear them not;"

"Because she could not go near all these wonderful things, she longed for them all the more."

"Well, that's not easy to answer when the question is so stupidly put..."

"A human life is a story told by God."

"Mermaids have no tears, and therefore they suffer more."

"Ele pediu-me para rezar, mas eu s me lembrava da tabuada"

"Autumn came, and the leaves in the forest turned to orange and gold. Then, as winter approached, the wind caught them as they fell"

"I think I will sit on it a little while longer," said the duck, "as I have sat so long already, a few days will be nothing." "Please yourself," said the old duck, and she went away."

"I will fly to those royal birds,"

"Her tender feet felt as if cut with sharp knives, but she cared not for it; a sharper pang had pierced through her heart."

"She was so young that love was still a game to her. . . . She was being neither fair nor clever, but Babette was only nineteen years old."

"Every person’s life is a fairytale written by God’s fingers."

"No one would allow that he could not see these much-admired clothes; because, in doing so, he would have declared himself either a simpleton or unfit of his office."

"Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short steps."

"When we get to the end of the story, you will know more than you do now..."

"Yes, it is wonderful to be alive! Indeed, the Bottle inwardly sang of all this, as do young poets, who frequently also know nothing about the things of which they sing." From The Bottle Neck"