Quotes from Charles Dickens

There is always something for which to be thankful.

This is a world of action, and not for moping and droning in.

Train up a fig tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under the shade of it.

There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.

I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.

Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.

Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.

There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.

Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.

No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another.

And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death.

We need never be ashamed of our tears.

What greater gift than the love of a cat.

You have been the last dream of my soul.

The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love her, love her, love her!

I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul.

In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.

To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

Reflect upon your present blessings -- of which every man has many -- not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.

Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him.

Every traveler has a home of his own, and he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering.