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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!

Hans Christian Andersen

Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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Answers Giving Stupid
Enjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead.
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Enjoy Improvement Life Self
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
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
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
Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!
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Ask Me More Understanding
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
I would give gladly all the hundreds of years that I have to live, to be a human being only for one day, and to have the hope of knowing the happiness of that glorious world above the stars.
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Glorious Happiness Knowing Stars Years
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
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
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
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
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
Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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Higher Song Thinking
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