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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.

Hans Christian Andersen

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
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
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
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Heart Laugh Thoughts Of Death
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
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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Inspirational Moving Travel
Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan’s egg.
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Duckling Eggs Swans Ugly
The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
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Men Wiser Wisest
The sun shines upon good and bad alike.
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Bad Good Shining Sun
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
Enjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead.
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Enjoy Improvement Life Self
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
A human life is a story told by God.
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Condolences Grief Human Life Sympathy
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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Littles might Money Street Use
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