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The wiser a man becomes, the more he will read, and those who are wisest read most.
Hans Christian Andersen
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Hans Christian Andersen
Age: 70 †
Born: 1805
Born: April 2
Died: 1875
Died: August 4
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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.
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In the days of Moses and the prophets such a man would have been counted among the wise men of the land in the Middle Ages he would have been burned at the stake.
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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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When the bird of the heart begins to sing, too often will reason stop up her ears.
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Each soldier was the living image of the others, but there was one who was a bit different. He had only one leg, for he was the last to be cast and the tin had run out. Still, there he stood, just as steadfast on his one leg as the others on their two and he is the tin soldier we are going to hear about.
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Every step you take will feel as if you were treading upon knife blades so sharp that blood must flow. I am willing to help you, but are you willing to suffer all this? Yes, the little mermaid said in a trembling voice, as she thought of the Prince and of gaining a human soul.
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She thought, He whom I love more than my father or mother, he of whom I am always thinking, and in whose hands I would so willingly trust my lifelong happiness. I dare do anything to win him and to gain an immortal soul.
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Each time I think that the song is ended ... something higher and better begins for me.
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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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Everything you look at can become a fairy tale and you can get a story from everything you touch.
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He found whole figures which represented a written word but he never could manage to represent just the word he wanted - that word was 'eternity', and the Snow Queen had said, If you can discover that figure, you shall be your own master, and I will make you a present of the whole world and a pair of new skates. But he could not find it out.
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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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