Quotes from Charles Dickens

"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past." "Long past?" inquired Scrooge…. "No. Your past."

He had but one eye, and the popular prejudice runs in favor of two.

Ever been the best of friends!

I took a good deal o' pains with his eddication, sir; let him run in the streets when he was very young, and shift for hisself. It's the only way to make a boy sharp, sir.

I wants to make your flesh creep.

Once a gentleman, and always a gentleman.

This is a London particular…. A fog, miss.

"I am in the presence of the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come?" said Scrooge.

[S]he... paced the staircase-gallery outside, looked out of the window on the night, listened to the wind blowing and the rain falling, sat down and watched the faces in the fire, got up and watched the moon flying like a storm-driven ship through the sea of clouds.

I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that - as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time.

He's a-going out with the tide.

It's only my child-wife.

Buy an annuity cheap, and make your life interesting to yourself and everybody else that watches the speculation.

The mistake was made of putting some of the trouble out of King Charles's head into my head.

An idea, like a ghost (according to the common notion of ghosts), must be spoken to a little before it will explain itself.

"She's the sort of woman now," said Mould… "one would almost feel disposed to bury for nothing: and do it neatly, too!"

Oh! they're too beautiful to live, much too beautiful!

The bearings of this observation lays in the application on it.

He stood looking after them... as though he had perceived that they had come back accompanied by a ghost a-piece.

I don't believe there's no sich a person!

Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Office was beforehand with all the public departments in the art of perceiving—how not to do it.

It was a turkey! He could never have stood upon his legs, that bird! He would have snapped 'em off short in a minute, like sticks of sealing wax.

They don't mind it; it's a regular holiday to them—all porter and skittles.

There is a drowsy state, between sleeping and waking, when you dream more in five minutes with your eyes half open, and yourself half conscious of everything that is passing around you, than you would in five nights with your eyes fast closed and your senses wrapt in perfect unconsciousness.