Quotes from Charles Dickens

It is the most miserable thing to feel ashamed at home.

But what,' said Mr Swiveller with a sigh, 'what is the odds so long as the fire of soul is kindled at the taper of conwiviality, and the wing of friendship never moults a feather! What is the odds so long as the spirit is expanded by means of rosy wine, and the present moment is the least happiest of our existence!

Sow the same seed of rapacious license and oppression over again, and it will surely yield the same fruit according to its kind.

I felt like one who was toiling home barefoot from distant travel, and whose wanderings had lasted many years.

lies is lies. Howsever they come, they didn't ought to come, and they come from the father of lies, work round to the same.

karars?zl?klar içinde bocalayarak ne anlat?lmaz i?kenceler çektim, Ulu Tanr?m! Aylarca her ak?am kendi sorular?m?, "Hay?r," diye yan?tlad?m; gene de ertesi sabah kendi kendime ayn? konuyu tazeleyip ayn? sorular? sormaktan kendimi alamad?m.

One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it's left behind;

She is like the morning," he said. "With that golden hair, those blue eyes, and that fresh bloom on her cheek, she is like the summer morning. The birds here will mistake her for it. We will not call such a lovely young creature as that, who is a joy to all mankind, an orphan. She is the child of the universe.

People must be amuthed." - Mr. Sleary

The shadows of our own desires stand between us and our better angels, and thus their brightness is eclipsed.

quietly down into the roaring streets, inseparable and blessed; and as they passed along in sunshine and shade, the noisy and the eager, and the arrogant and the froward and the vain, fretted and chafed, and made their usual uproar.

crystal to the lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever. It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to

was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,

keeping all things in their places. Everybody was dressed for a Fancy Ball that was never to leave off. From the Palace of the Tuileries, through Monseigneur and the whole Court, through the Chambers, the Tribunals of Justice, and all society (except the scarecrows),

on the whole a benignant philosopher not disposed to be severe upon the follies of mankind,

Apprehension of a painful or disagreeable recognition made me tremble. I am confident that it took no distinctness of shape, and that it was the revival for a few minutes of the terror of childhood.

Confieso que me habría gustado gozar de las alegres libertades de un niño, y ser lo bastante mayor para apreciar su dolor.

throne of England; there were a king with a large jaw and a queen with a fair face, on the throne of France. In both countries it was

The clocks are on the stroke of three, and the furrow ploughed among the populace is turning round, to come on into the place of execution, and end. The ridges thrown to this side and to that, now crumble in and close behind the last plough as it passes on, for all are following to the Guillotine. In front of it, seated in chairs, as in a garden of public diversion, are a number of women, busily knitting. On one of the fore-most chairs, stands The Vengeance, looking about for her friend.

Don't worry me now, Fagin!' replied the girl, raising her head languidly. 'If Bill has not done it this time, he will another. He has done many a good job for you, and will do many more when he can; and when he can't, he won't, so no more about that.

This,' opening another door, 'is my chamber. I read here when the family suppose I have retired to rest. Sometimes I injure my health rather more than I can quite justify to myself, by doing so; but art is long and time is short.

And this is the eternal law. For, Evil often stops short at itself and dies with the doer of it; but Good, never.

No faltaban señales de lo que hacia pobres a aquella gente desgraciada: los impuestos del Estado, los diezmos para la iglesia, los impuestos para el señor, los impuestos locales y generales, habían de ser pagados sin remedio, de acuerdo con un cartel fijado en el pueblo de modo visible, y lo que más raro parecía es con todos esos impuestos estuviera el pueblecillo todavía en pie.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way [...]