Jacob Grimm
Love is like death, it must come to us all, but to each his own unique way and time, sometimes it will be avoided, but never can it be cheated, and never will it be forgotten.Collection: Unique
How often when we are comfortable, we begin to long for something new!Collection: Long
I'm Death, and I make sure that everyone is equal.Collection: Equal
The true poet, is like a man who's happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he's allowed to look at leaves and grass, to see the sun rise and set.Collection: Men
She'll sting you one day, Oh, ever so gently, so you hardly ever feel it. 'til you fall dead.Collection: Fall
He who is too well off is always longing for something new.Collection: Longing
Evil is also not anything small or close to home, and not the worst; otherwise one could grow accustomed to it.Collection: Home
They were indeed great rascals, and belonged to that class of people who find things before they are lost.Collection: Class
Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.Collection: Hair
The Lord God had created all animals, and had chosen out the wolf to be his dog.Collection: Dog
In the olden days, when wishing still worked, there lived a king whose daughters were all beautiful, but the youngest daughter was so lovely that even the sun... was struck with wonder.Collection: Beautiful
Turn back, turn back,thou pretty bride, Within this house thou must not abide. For here do evil things betide.Collection: Evil
Jacob wrote that the true poet 'is like a man who is happy anywhere, in endless measure, if he is allowed to look at leaves and grass, to see the sun rise and set. The false poet travels abroad in strange countries and hopes to be uplifted by the mountains of Switzerland, the sky and sea of Italy. He comes to them and is dissatisfied. He is not as happy as the man who stays at home and sees the apple trees flower in spring, and hears the small birds singing among the branchesCollection: Country
Chemistry is a gibberish of Latin and German; but in Leibig's hands it becomes a powerful language.Collection: Powerful
My mother, she killed me, My father, he ate me, My sister Marlene, Gathered all my bones, Tied them in a silken scarf, Laid them beneath the juniper tree, Tweet, tweet, what a beautiful bird am I.Collection: Beautiful
Some men are born to good luck: all they do or try to do comes right—all that falls to them is so much gain—all their geese are swans—all their cards are trumps—toss them which way you will, they will always, like poor puss, alight upon their legs, and only move on so much the faster. The world may very likely not always think of them as they think of themselves, but what care they for the world? what can it know about the matter?Collection: Moving
Then up he got with a light heart, free from all his troubles, and walked on till he reached his mother's house, and told her how very easy the road to good luck was.Collection: Mother
Lina said to Fundevogel: 'Never leave me, and I will never leave you.' Fundevogel said: 'Neither now, nor ever.' Then said Lina: 'Do you become a rose-tree, and I the rose upon it.Collection: Rose
Take me as godfather." The man asked, "Who art thou?" "I am Death, and I make all equal." Then said the man, "Thou art the right one, thou takest the rich as well as the poor, without distinction; thou shalt be godfather." Death answered, "I will make thy child rich and famous, for he who has me for a friend can lack nothing.Collection: Art
Before the castle gate all was as the fox had said: so the son went in and found the chamber where the golden bird hung in a wooden cage, and belowCollection: Son
you shall tie the marriage knot with the ropemaker's daughter and the cawing of the crows will be your wedding song.Collection: Daughter