A human life is a story told by God.
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENTime is so fleeting that if we do not remember God in our youth, age may find us incapable of thinking of him.
More Hans Christian Andersen Quotes
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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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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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Some are created for beauty, and some for use; and there are some which one can do without altogether.
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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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Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan’s egg.
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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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The sun shines upon good and bad alike.
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Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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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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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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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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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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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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The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.
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She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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