Hans Christian Andersen

Hans Christian Andersen

Summary

Portrait of Hans Christian Andersen Hans Christian Andersen The Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen (1899)

You, poor little mermaid! have striven with your whole heart like ourselves. You have suffered and endured, and have raised yourself into an aerial spirit, and now your own good works may obtain you an immortal soul after the lapse of three hundred years."
And the little mermaid lifted her brightening eyes to the sun, and for the first time she felt them filled with tears. All was now astir in the ship, and she could see the prince and his beautiful bride looking for her, and then gazing sorrowfully at the pearly foam, as though they knew that she had cast herself into the waves.
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Portrait of Hans Christian Andersen Hans Christian Andersen The Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen (1899)

Our souls are not immortal. We shall never enter upon a new life. We are like the green reed, that can never flourish again when it has once been cut through. Human beings, on the contrary, have a soul that lives eternally—yea, even after the body has been committed to the earth—and that rises up through the clear pure air to the bright stars above! Like as we rise out of the water to look at the haunts of men, so do they rise to unknown and favoured regions, that we shall never be privileged to see."
"And why have not we an immortal soul?" asked the little mermaid sorrowfully.
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Portrait of Hans Christian Andersen Hans Christian Andersen The Fairy Tales of Hans Christian Andersen (1899)

I take all His flowers and trees, and transplant them into the vast garden of paradise, in an unknown land. How they flourish there, and what that garden is like, I may not say."
"Give me back my child," said the mother, with tears and entreaties. And she seized hold of two pretty flowers, and said to Death: "I will tear up all your flowers, for I am in despair!"
"Do not touch them," said Death. "You say you are unhappy; and would you make another mother just as unhappy as yourself?"
"Another mother!" cried the poor woman, leaving hold of the flowers.
"There are your eyes," said Death.
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