Fairy Tale Scrapbook
Ugly Duck-dean? Anyone else reminded of Community? lol

Ugly Duck-dean? Anyone else reminded of Community? lol

faeryhearts:

The apple trees were blooming and the lilac bushes stretched their flower-covered branches over the water of a winding canal. Everything was so beautiful: so fresh and green. Out of a forest of rushes came three swans. They ruffled their feathers and floated so lightly on the water. The ugly duckling recognized the birds and felt again that strange sadness come over him.
“I shall fly over to them, those royal birds! And they can hack me to death because I, who am so ugly, dare to approach them! What difference does it make? It is better to be killed by them than to be bitten by the other ducks, and pecked by the hens, and kicked by the girl who tends the henyard; or to suffer through the winter.”And he lighted on the water and swam toward the magnificent swans. When they saw him, they ruffled their feathers and started to swim in his direction. They were coming to meet them.“Kill me,” whispered the poor creature, and bent his head humbly while he waited for death. But what was that he saw in the water? It was his own reflection; and he was no longer an awkward, clumsy, grey bird, so ungainly and so ugly. He was a swan!— The Ugly Duckling, by Hans Christian Andersen.

faeryhearts:

The apple trees were blooming and the lilac bushes stretched their flower-covered branches over the water of a winding canal. Everything was so beautiful: so fresh and green. Out of a forest of rushes came three swans. They ruffled their feathers and floated so lightly on the water. The ugly duckling recognized the birds and felt again that strange sadness come over him.


“I shall fly over to them, those royal birds! And they can hack me to death because I, who am so ugly, dare to approach them! What difference does it make? It is better to be killed by them than to be bitten by the other ducks, and pecked by the hens, and kicked by the girl who tends the henyard; or to suffer through the winter.”

And he lighted on the water and swam toward the magnificent swans. When they saw him, they ruffled their feathers and started to swim in his direction. They were coming to meet them.

“Kill me,” whispered the poor creature, and bent his head humbly while he waited for death. But what was that he saw in the water? It was his own reflection; and he was no longer an awkward, clumsy, grey bird, so ungainly and so ugly. He was a swan!
— The Ugly Duckling, by Hans Christian Andersen.
hobbiesofmine:

The Ugly Duckling
Opening page
by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
A beautiful story of a baby swan, an outcast in a family of ducklings. His tale is of one overcoming solitude with the hope of one day becoming something beautiful. A beautiful swan, which he eventually becomes.

hobbiesofmine:

The Ugly Duckling

Opening page

by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry


A beautiful story of a baby swan, an outcast in a family of ducklings. His tale is of one overcoming solitude with the hope of one day becoming something beautiful. A beautiful swan, which he eventually becomes.

angelfishing:

This shouldn’t break my heart as much as it does.

angelfishing:

This shouldn’t break my heart as much as it does.

spicystrawberries:

My book cover design for the ugly duckling i did for childrens book illustration. done with watercolor and microns

spicystrawberries:

My book cover design for the ugly duckling i did for childrens book illustration. done with watercolor and microns

pastelclover:

Hans Christian Andersen stamps by Tom BKK on Flickr.
hazelmitchell:

Kitchen Chaos

hazelmitchell:

Kitchen Chaos

The ugly duckling, now having fully grown and matured cannot endure a life of solitude and hardship anymore and decides to throw himself at the flock of swans, deciding that it is better to be killed by such beautiful birds than to live a life of ugliness and misery. He is shocked when the swans welcome and accept him, only to realise by looking at his reflection in the water that he has grown into one of them.
(via wepushupflowers)
hazelmitchell:

Cracked it

hazelmitchell:

Cracked it

….Then he felt quite ashamed, and hid his head under his wing; for he did not know what to do, he was so happy, and yet not at all proud. He had been persecuted and despised for his ugliness, and now he heard them say he was the most beautiful of all the birds. Even the elder-tree bent down its bows into the water before him, and the sun shone warm and bright. He would never became vain or conceited, and would always remembered how it felt to be despised and teased, and he was very sorry for all the creatures who are so treated merely because they are different from those around them. Then he rustled his feathers, curved his slender neck, and cried joyfully, from the depths of his heart,
Hans Christian Andersen, The Ugly Duckling (via me465)
Mirror of Erised?

Mirror of Erised?

mminos:

The Ugly Duckling by Pedro Bascon.

mminos:

The Ugly Duckling by Pedro Bascon.

redsteroo:

The Ugly Duckling

redsteroo:

The Ugly Duckling