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Hans Christian Andersen

Hans Christian Andersen (/ˈændərsən/; Danish: [hanˀs ˈkʁæsdjan ˈɑnɐsn̩] ( listen)), often referred to in Scandinavia as H. C. Andersen (2 April 1805 – 4 August 1875), was a Danish author. Although a prolific writer of plays, travelogues, novels and poems, Andersen is best remembered for his fairy tales. Andersen's popularity is not limited to children: his stories express themes that transcend age and nationality.

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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!

Blood, Fate, God, Heart, Livelihood

One cannot quite trust the word of potted flowers," thought the butterfly; "they have too much to do with men.

Butterfly, Flower, Men, Thought, Trust

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

Answers, Easy, Give, Giving, Question, Stupid

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

Enjoy, Life, Self Improvement, Time

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

Earth, Giving, Offer, Offers, Power

Now, if we only had as many casks of butter as there are people here, then I would eat lots of butter!

Butter, Casks, Ifs, Lots, People

She laughed and danced with the thought of death in her heart.

Danced, Heart, Laughed, Thoughts Of Death

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.

Born, Dryad, Memories, Names, Real, Tells

Farewell, farewell," said the swallow, with a heavy heart, as he left the warm countries, to fly back into Denmark. There he had a nest over the window of a house in which dwelt the writer of fairy tales. The swallow sang "Tweet, tweet," and from his song came the whole story.

Came, Country, Farewell, Song, Whole, Window

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

Beautiful, Happiness, Happy, Peculiar, Summer

I have shed pewter tears! It is too melancholy! Rather let me go to the wars and lose arms and legs! It would at least be a change. I cannot bear it longer! Now, I know what it is to have a visit from one's old thoughts, with what they may bring with them! I have had a visit from mine, and you may be sure it is no pleasant thing in the end; I was at last about to jump down from the drawers.

Know, Lasts, Legs, Tears, Thing, War

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

Duckling, Ducklings, Happiness, Ugly, Ugly Duckling

Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.

Faster, Return, Taken, Walks, Wind

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.

Born, Eggs, Farmyard, Nest, Swans, Ugly Duckling

Mermaids have no tears, and so they suffer all the more.

Mermaid, Mermaids, Suffer, Suffering, Tears

But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.

Mermaid, Suffering, Suffers, Tears

He looked at the little maiden, and she looked at him; and he felt that he was melting away, but he still managed to keep himself erect, shouldering his gun bravely. A door was suddenly opened, the draught caught the little dancer and she fluttered like a sylph, straight into the fire, to the soldier, blazed up and was gone! By this time the soldier was reduced to a mere lump, and when the maid took away the ashes next morning she found him, in the shape of a small tin heart. All that was left of the dancer was her spangle, and that was burnt as black as a coal.

Fluttered, Gun, Heart, Left, Morning, Opened

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

Love, Man, Men, Poems, Wise, Writing

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.

Different, Men, Mind, Peculiar, Touches, Town

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

Giving, Man, Men, Positive Thinking, Power, Thought

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