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I have shed pewter tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change.

Hans Christian Andersen

It is out of reality that the most peculiar tale of all is born … Some call me the Elder Granny, others – the Dryad, but my real name is Memory. It is I who sits on a tree that keeps on growing, and growing, it is I who reminisces and tells stories.
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Memories Names Real
Some are created for beauty, and some for use; and there are some which one can do without altogether.
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Altogether Beauty Created Some
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
The sun shines upon good and bad alike.
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Bad Good Shining Sun
Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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Higher Song Thinking
He looked at the little maiden, and she looked at him; and he felt that he was melting away, but he still managed to keep himself erect, shouldering his gun bravely.
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Gun Heart Morning
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.
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Inspirational Moving Travel
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
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Heart Laugh Thoughts Of Death
Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.
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Men Wise Writing
Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!
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Ask Me More Understanding
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
She thought, “He whom I love more than my father or mother, he of whom I am always thinking, and in whose hands I would so willingly trust my lifelong happiness.
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Father Happen Mother Winning
There was once a merchant who was so rich that he might have paved the whole street, and a little alley besides, with silver money. But he didn’t do it–he knew better how to use his money than that.
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Littles might Money Street Use
Then she saw a star fall, leaving behind it a bright streak of fire. “Someone is dying,” thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only one who had ever loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star falls, a soul was going up to God.
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Fall Girl Grandmother Someone 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