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Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.

Hans Christian Andersen

She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Heart Laugh Thoughts Of Death
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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Flower Nature Philosophical
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
Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!
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Ask Me More Understanding
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
Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.
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Brave Brave Soldiers Soldier
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
Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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Answers Giving Stupid
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
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
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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Day Eye Fairy One Spiritual Talks
A human life is a story told by God.
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Condolences Grief Human Life Sympathy
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
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
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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Longer Old Pleasant Sure Thoughts