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.
HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSENDon’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!
More Hans Christian Andersen Quotes
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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!
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She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.
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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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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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Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.
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Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!
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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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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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The naive was only a part of my fairy tales; humour was the real salt in them.
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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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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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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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Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.
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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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