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More Quotes by Hans Christian Andersen
Happy domestic life is like a beautiful summer's evening; the heart is filled with peace; and everything around derives a peculiar glory.
But shouldn't all of us on earth give the best we have to others and offer whatever is in our power?
Well, yes: people write poems when they are in love, but a wise man will not print them.
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
Each time I think that the song is ended ... something higher and better begins for me.
We cannot expect to be happy always ... by experiencing evil as well as good we become wise.
Where words fail, music speaks.
To be of use to the world is the only way to be happy.
"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 is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.
