Hans Christian Andersen Quotes
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Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers.
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Where words fail, music speaks.
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Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
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Just living is not enough... one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
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Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower, and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could fathom it: many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects.
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My life is a lovely story, happy and full of incident.
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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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Travelling expands the mind rarely.
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Every time a good child dies, an angel of God comes down to earth. He takes the child in his arms, spreads out his great white wings, and flies with it all over the places the child loved on earth. The angel plucks a large handful of flowers, and they carry it with them up to God, where the flowers bloom more brightly than they ever did on earth.
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Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.
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Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short steps.
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His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's egg.
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'I have now learnt to despise you,' he said. 'You refused an honest prince; you did not appreciate the rose and the nightingale; but you did not mind kissing a swineherd for his toys; you have no one but yourself to blame!'
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They could see she was a real Princess and no question about it, now that she had felt one pea all the way through twenty mattresses and twenty more feather beds. Nobody but a Princess could be so delicate.
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At rejse er at leve.
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Under each arm he carries an umbrella; one of them, with pictures on the inside, he spreads over the good children, and then they dream the most beautiful stories the whole night. But the other umbrella has no pictures, and this he holds over the naughty children so that they sleep heavily, and wake in the morning without having dreamed at all.