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She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.

Hans Christian Andersen

Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.
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Brave Brave Soldiers Soldier
The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN

Fairy Tale Real Salt
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
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
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
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
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
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
Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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Answers Giving Stupid
Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!
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Ask Me More Understanding
A human life is a story told by God.
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Condolences Grief Human Life Sympathy
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
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
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Heart Laugh Thoughts Of Death