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Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!

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
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
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
A human life is a story told by God.
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Condolences Grief Human Life Sympathy
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
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
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
Enjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead.
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Enjoy Improvement Life Self
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
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
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
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
The sun shines upon good and bad alike.
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Bad Good Shining Sun
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
Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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Higher Song Thinking
Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.
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Brave Brave Soldiers Soldier