Quotes from Charles Dickens

He never thought of Carton. His mind was so full of the others, that he never once thought of him.

Biddy was never insulting, or capricious, or Biddy to-day and somebody else to-morrow; she would have derived only pain, and no pleasure, from giving me pain; she would far rather have wounded her own breast than mine. How could it be, then, that I did not like her much the better of the two?

Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show

Oh, yes, his family is all very fine, Miss Summerson," replied Miss Jellyby; "but what comfort is his family to him? His family is nothing but bills, dirt, waste, noise, tumbles downstairs, confusion, and wretchedness. His scrambling home, from week's end to week's end, is like one great washing-day — only nothing's washed!

You are not in a fit state to come here, if you can't come here without spluttering like a bad pen.

Not at all, but I hope to know it better. I am so profoundly interested in its miserable inhabitants." "Hah!" muttered Defarge. "The pleasure of conversing with

In this round world of many circles within circles, do we make a weary journey from the high grade to the low, to find at last that they lie close together, that the two extremes touch, and that our journey's end is but our starting-place?

Hope, Joy, Youth, Peace, Rest, Life, Dust, Ashes, Waste, Want, Ruin, Despair, Madness, Death, Cunning, Folly, Words, Wigs, Rags, Sheepskin, Plunder, Precedent, Jargon, Gammon, and Spinach.

She was very pretty: exceedingly pretty. With a dimpled, surprised-looking, capital face; a ripe little mouth, that seemed made to be kissed — as no doubt it was; all kinds of good little dots about her chin, that melted into one another when she laughed; and the sunniest pair of eyes you ever saw in any little creature's head. Altogether she was what you would have called provoking, you know; but satisfactory, too. Oh, perfectly satisfactory.

Yes, sir," said I; "him too; late of this parish.

Aye, though he loved her from his soul with such a self denying love as woman seldom wins; he spoke from first to last of Martin.

The last burst carried the mail to the summit of the hill.

whip and coachman and guard, however, in combination, had read

Foul weather didn't know where to have him.

Volumnia hastens to express her opinion that the shocking people ought to be tried as traitors, and made to support the Party.

Tst! Joe!" cried the coachman in a warning voice, looking down from his box.

Under the guidance of her Christian pastors, she entertained

To be shelterless and alone in the open country, hearing the wind moan and watching for day through the whole long weary night; to listen to the falling rain, and crouch fr warmth beneath the lee of some old barn or rick, or in the hollow of a tree; are dismal things - but not so dismal as the wandering up and down where shelter is, and beds and sleepers are by the thousands; a houseless rejected creature.

He melts, I think. He goes like a drop of froth. You look at him, and there he is. You look at him again, and - there he isn't.

On this matter I'm inclined to agree with the French, who gaze upon any personal dietary prohibition as bad manners.

He then begs to make his dear Twemlow known to his two friends, Mr. Boots and Mr. Brewer - and clearly has no distinct idea which is which.

Now, what I want is Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else.

I clutched the leg of the table again immediately, and pressed it to my bosom as if it had been the companion of my youth and friend of my soul. I foresaw what was coming, and I felt that this time I really was gone.

It is one of the easiest achievements in life to offend your family when your family want to get rid of you.