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A human life is a story told by God.

Hans Christian Andersen

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
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
Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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Higher Song Thinking
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
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
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
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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Flower Nature Philosophical
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
Enjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead.
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Enjoy Improvement Life Self
Some are created for beauty, and some for use; and there are some which one can do without altogether.
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Altogether Beauty Created Some
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
A mermaid has not an immortal soul, nor can she obtain one unless she wins the love of a human being. On the power of another hangs her eternal destiny.
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Destiny Eternal Mermaid Winning
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Heart Laugh Thoughts Of Death
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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Change Legs Tears War
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
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

A human life is a story told by God.

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