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The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.

Hans Christian Andersen

Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.
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Brave Brave Soldiers Soldier
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
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
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
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
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Heart Laugh Thoughts Of Death
It was clear to me, as I glanced back over my earlier life, that a loving Providence watched over me, that all was directed for me by a higher power.
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Clear Higher Power Providence
At first she was overjoyed that he would be with her, but then she recalled that human people could not live under the water, and he could only visit her father’s palace as a dead man.
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Dead Father Human Men People
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
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
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
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
The sun shines upon good and bad alike.
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Bad Good Shining Sun
A human life is a story told by God.
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Condolences Grief Human Life Sympathy
I have gone through the most terrible affair that could possibly happen; only imagine, my shadow has gone mad; I suppose such a poor, shallow brain, could not bear much; he fancies that he has become a real man, and that I am his shadow.
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Mad Men Possibly Real Shadow Support
And the Top spoke no more of his old love; for that dies away when the beloved objects has lain for five years in a roof gutter and got wet through; yes, one does not know her again when one meets her in the dust box.
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Dust Gutter Love Spoke Top Years