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Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

Hans Christian Andersen

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
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
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
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
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Heart Laugh Thoughts Of Death
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
The sun shines upon good and bad alike.
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Bad Good Shining Sun
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
Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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Answers Giving Stupid
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 wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
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Men Wiser Wisest
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
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
Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!
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Ask Me More Understanding
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
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
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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Flower Nature Philosophical
Farewell, farewell,” said the swallow, with a heavy heart, as he left the warm countries, to fly back into Denmark. There he had a nest over the window of a house in which dwelt the writer of fairy tales. The swallow sang “Tweet, tweet,” and from his song came the whole story.
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Country Farewell Over Song
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
Human beings, on the contrary, have a soul which lives forever, lives after the body has been turned to dust. It rises up through the clear, pure air beyond the glittering stars.
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Air Clear Dust Glitter Stars
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
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
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
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
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