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

Hans Christian Andersen

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

Heart Laugh Thoughts Of Death
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
I know what you want. It is very stupid of you, but you shall have your way, and it will bring you to sorrow, my pretty princess. – The sea witch.
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Princess Sea Stupid
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
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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Flower Nature Philosophical
Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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Answers Giving Stupid
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
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
The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
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Men Wiser Wisest
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.
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Fairy Tale Real Salt
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
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
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
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
Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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Higher Song Thinking