Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
To move, to breathe, to fly, to float,To gain all while you give,To roam the roads of lands remote,To travel is to live.
Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.
My life will be the best illustration of all my work.
Almighty God, thee only have I; thou steerest my fate, I must give myself up to thee! Give me a livelihood! Give me a bride! My blood wants love, as my heart does!
Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.
But these are small troubles, people will say. Yes, but they are drops which wear hollows in the rock.
But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.
His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck’s nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan’s egg.
Never had she danced so beautifully; the sharp knives cut her feet, but she did not feel it, for the pain in her heart was far greater.
Grant not my prayers, when they are contrary to Thy will, which at all times must be the best. Oh, hear them not;
It doesn’t matter if you’re born in a duck yard, so long as you are hatched from a swan’s egg!
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.
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.