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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

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
Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.
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Brave Brave Soldiers Soldier
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
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
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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Flower Nature Philosophical
I have shed pewter tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change.
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Change Legs Tears War
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
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 wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
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Men Wiser Wisest
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Heart Laugh Thoughts Of Death
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
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
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
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
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
Enjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead.
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Enjoy Improvement Life Self