“Alas, wife, what are you saying?'
'Husband,' said she. 'If I can't order the moon and sun to rise, and have to look on and see the sun and moon rising, I can't bear it. I shall not know what it is to have another happy hour, unless I can make them rise myself.'
Then she looked at him so terribly that a shudder ran over him, and said, 'Go at once; I wish to be like unto God.”
― Grimm's Fairy Tales