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Enjoy life. There’s plenty of time to be dead.

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Yet still they flew on and on, higher and higher, till at last the mirror trembled so fearfully that it slipped from their hands and fell to the earth, shivered into hundreds of millions and billions of bits. And then it did more harm than ever. Some of these bits were not as big as a grain of sand and these flew about, all over the world, getting into people’s eyes. And once in, they stuck there and distorted everything they looked at or made them see everything that was amiss.

At his next visit he fancied he must have got into a narrow needlecase, full of sharp needles: “Oh,” thought he, “this must be the heart of an old maid;” but such was not the fact;.

Early in the morning, a peasant, who was passing by, saw what had happened. He broke the ice in pieces with his wooden shoe, and carried the duckling home to his wife. The warmth revived the poor.

Life is a faerytale written by God’s hand.

Well, that’s not easy to answer when the question is so stupidly put...

But he hasn’t got anything on!” the whole town cried out at last.

We have no immortal souls; we have no future life; we are just like the green sea-weed, which, once cut down, can never revive again! Men, on the other hand, have a soul which lives for ever, lives after the body has become dust; it rises through the clear air, up to the shining stars!

There was once a king’s son. Nobody had so many or such beautiful books as he had. He could read about everything which had ever happened in the world, and see it all represented in the most beautiful pictures.

A short time ago” – the Star’s “short time ago” is called among men “centuries ago” – “my rays followed a young artist. It was in the city of the Popes, in.

I can give her no greater power than she has already, said the woman; don’t you see how strong that is? How men and animals are obliged to serve her, and how well she has got through the world, barefooted as she is. She cannot receive any power from me greater than she now has, which consists in her own purity and innocence of heart. If she cannot herself obtain access to the Snow Queen, and remove the glass fragments from little Kay, we can do nothing to help her.

And Kay and Gerda looked in each other’s eyes, and all at once they understood the old hymn: “The rose in the valley is blooming so sweet, And angels descend there the children to greet.” There sat the two grown-up persons; grown-up, and yet children; children at least in heart; and it was summer-time; summer, glorious summer!

Now he is certainly sailing above, he on whom my wishes hang, and in whose hand I should like to lay my life’s happiness. I will dare everything to win him and an immortal soul.

Pop, pop,” sounded in the air, and the two wild geese fell dead among the rushes, and the water was tinged with blood.

No death is sweeter than this, and no rose redder than the blood that flows.

But he hasn’t got anything on,” a little child said.

Then he would cry, but what nobody knows nobody cares for; so he would cry till he was tired, and then fall asleep; and while we are asleep we can feel neither hunger nor thirst. Ah, yes; sleep is a capital invention.

The good and the beautiful is not forgotten; it lives in legend and in song.

And they both sat there, grown up, yet children at heart; and it was summer, – warm, beautiful summer.

I covet honour in the same way as a miser covets gold.

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.

Autumn came, and the leaves in the forest turned to orange and gold. Then, as winter approached, the wind caught them as they fell.

Eighty percent of our criminals come from unsympathetic homes.

Delayed is not forgotten!

Roses bloom and cease to be, but we shall the Christ-child see.

Many, many steeples would have to be stacked one on top of another to reach from the bottom to the surface of the sea.

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.

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.

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.

No, the light is too intense; we do not yet have eyes that can see all the glory God has created. But maybe someday we will have such eyes. That will be the most wonderful fairy tale of all, for we ourselves will be part of it.

The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.

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.

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.

Happy domestic life is like a beautiful summer’s evening; the heart is filled with peace; and everything around derives a peculiar glory.

I have gone through the most terrible affair that could possibly happen; only imagine, my shadow has gone mad; I suppose such a poor, shallow brain, could not bear much; he fancies that he has become a real man, and that I am his shadow.

There was once a bundle of matches, and they were frightfully proud because of their high origin. Their family tree, that is to say the great pine tree of which they were each a little splinter, had been the giant of the forest.

Don’t ask me how I am! I understand nothing more!

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. He now felt glad at having suffered sorrow and trouble, because it enabled him to enjoy so much better all the pleasure and happiness around him; for the great swans swam round the newcomer and stroked his neck with their beaks, as a welcome.

But the Emperor has nothing at all on!

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

Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.

It is the power of thought that gives man power over nature.

Brave soldier, never fear. Even though your death is near.

I would give gladly all the hundreds of years that I have to live, to be a human being only for one day, and to have the hope of knowing the happiness of that glorious world above the stars.

Well, it’s not so easy to give an answer when you ask a stupid question!

Being born in a duck yard does not matter, if only you are hatched from a swan’s egg.

But shouldn’t all of us on earth give the best we have to others and offer whatever is in our power?

The sun shines upon good and bad alike.

How little do the wisest among us know of that which is so important to us all.

I never dreamed of so much happiness when I was the Ugly Duckling!

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