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.
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENEach time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
More Hans Christian Andersen Quotes
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I cannot bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from one’s old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the drawers.
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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.
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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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Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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Some are created for beauty, and some for use; and there are some which one can do without altogether.
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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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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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The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
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Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.
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The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.
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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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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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She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan’s egg.
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Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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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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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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A human life is a story told by God.
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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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Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!
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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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We haven’t yet got eyes that can gaze into all the splendour that God has created, but we shall get them one day; and that will be the finest fairy tale of all, for we shall be in it ourselves.
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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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Enjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead.
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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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