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Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan’s egg.

Hans Christian Andersen

Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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Higher Song Thinking
Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan’s egg.
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Duckling Eggs Swans Ugly
A mermaid has not an immortal soul, nor can she obtain one unless she wins the love of a human being. On the power of another hangs her eternal destiny.
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Destiny Eternal Mermaid Winning
The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.
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Fairy Tale Real Salt
I would give gladly all the hundreds of years that I have to live, to be a human being only for one day, and to have the hope of knowing the happiness of that glorious world above the stars.
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Glorious Happiness Knowing Stars Years
Happy domestic life is like a beautiful summer’s evening; the heart is filled with peace; and everything around derives a peculiar glory.
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Beautiful Glory Happiness Summer
Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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Answers Giving Stupid
Human beings, on the contrary, have a soul which lives forever, lives after the body has been turned to dust. It rises up through the clear, pure air beyond the glittering stars.
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Air Clear Dust Glitter Stars
The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
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Men Wiser Wisest
Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.
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Brave Brave Soldiers Soldier
I know what you want. It is very stupid of you, but you shall have your way, and it will bring you to sorrow, my pretty princess. – The sea witch.
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Princess Sea Stupid
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!
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Blood Fate Heart Street
Time is so fleeting that if we do not remember God in our youth, age may find us incapable of thinking of him.
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Age Fleeting Thinking
Every town, like every man, has its own countenance; they have a common likeness and yet are different; one keeps in his mind all their peculiar touches.
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Different Men Mind Precular
Farewell, farewell,” said the swallow, with a heavy heart, as he left the warm countries, to fly back into Denmark. There he had a nest over the window of a house in which dwelt the writer of fairy tales. The swallow sang “Tweet, tweet,” and from his song came the whole story.
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Country Farewell Over Song
Now, if we only had as many casks of butter as there are people here, then I would eat lots of butter!
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Butter Many People