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More Quotes by Hans Christian Andersen
Where words fail, music speaks.
"Does all the beauty of the world stop when you die?" "No," said the Old Oak; "it will last much longer - longer than I can even think of." "Well, then," said the little May-fly, "we have the same time to live; only we reckon differently.
Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.
But shouldn't all of us on earth give the best we have to others and offer whatever is in our power?
Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers.
The sun shines upon good and bad alike.
Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.
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
Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.
The whole world is a series of miracles, but we're so used to them we call them ordinary things.
