Enjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead.
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENShe 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.
More Hans Christian Andersen Quotes
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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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Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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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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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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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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A human life is a story told by God.
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Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!
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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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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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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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The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
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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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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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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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