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The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.

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
Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!
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Ask Me More Understanding
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
She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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Heart Laugh Thoughts Of Death
Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.
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Brave Brave Soldiers Soldier
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
A human life is a story told by God.
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Condolences Grief Human Life Sympathy
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
The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
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Men Wiser Wisest
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
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
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
Each time I think that the song is ended … something higher and better begins for me.
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Higher Song Thinking
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
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
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