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Quotes from Charles Dickens

Its other name was Satis, which is Greek, or Latin, or Hebrew, or all three -- or all one to me -- for enough....but it meant more than it said. It meant, when it was given, that whoever had this house, could want nothing else.
~ Charles Dickens
I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man.
~ Charles Dickens
I have always thought of Christmas time as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.
~ Charles Dickens
I was attentive to my knife and fork, spoon, glasses, and other instruments of self-destruction...
~ Charles Dickens
Cada fracaso enseña algo que se necesitaba aprender.
~ Charles Dickens
There is nothing so strong or safe in an emergency of life as the simple truth.
~ Charles Dickens
Christmas time! That man must be a misanthrope indeed, in whose breast something like a jovial feeling is not roused— in whose mind some pleasant associations are not awakened— by the recurrence of Christmas.
~ Charles Dickens
Mr Pinch accordingly, after turning over the leaves of his book with as much care as if they were living and highly cherished creatures, made his own selection, and began to read.
~ Charles Dickens
The loveliest things in life are but shadows; they come and go, and change and fade away…
~ Charles Dickens
you are lost dream of my soul..
~ Charles Dickens
There was nothing very cheerful in the climate or the town, and yet was there an air of cheerfulness abroad that the clearest summer air and brightest summer sun might have endeavoured to diffuse in vain.
~ Charles Dickens
A man would die tonight of lying out on the marshes, I thought. And then I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pitty in all the glittering multitude.
~ Charles Dickens
Yet a gentleman may not keep a public house; may he?' said I. 'Not on any account,' returned Herbert; 'but a public-house may keep a gentleman...
~ Charles Dickens
Sir Leicester is generally in a complacent state, and rarely bored. When he has nothing else to do, he can always contemplate his own greatness. It is a considerable advantage to a man to have so inexhaustible a subject.
~ Charles Dickens
Mr. Pickwick gazed through his spectacles for an instant on the advancing mass, and then fairly turned his back and -- we will not say fled; firstly because it is an ignoble term, and, secondly, because Mr. Pickwick's figure was by no means adapted for that mode of retreat...
~ Charles Dickens
So he whistles it off, and marches on
~ Charles Dickens
The air among the houses was of so strong a piscatory flavour that one might have supposed sick fish went up to be dipped in it, as sick people went down to be dipped in the sea.
~ Charles Dickens
Upon which, every man looked at his neighbour, and then all cast down their eyes and sat silent. Except one man, who got up and went out.
~ Charles Dickens
She must have made Joe Gargery marry her by hand.
~ Charles Dickens
Uncle Pumblechook: a large hard-breathing middle-aged slow man, with a mouth like a fish, dull staring eyes, and sandy hair standing upright on his head, so that he looked as if he had just been all but choked, and had that moment come to.
~ Charles Dickens
Such is the difference between yesterday and today. We are all going to the play, or coming home from it.
~ Charles Dickens
The misery with them all was, clearly, that they sought to interfere, for good, in human matters, and had lost the power for ever.
~ Charles Dickens
They ran their heads very hard against wrong ideas, and persisted in trying to fit the circumstances to the ideas instead of trying to extract ideas from the circumstances.
~ Charles Dickens
The very stars to which I then raised my eyes, I am afraid I took to be but poor and humble stars for glittering on the rustic objects among which I had passed my life.
~ Charles Dickens