Quotes from Charles Dickens

Marshalsea and all its blighted fruits. They went 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

Whenever she was particularly discomposed, she always performed one of these pedestrian feats; and the amount of her discomposure might always be estimated by the duration of her walk.

The more he thought, the more perplexed he was; and, the more he endeavoured not to think, the more he thought.

Through the same cold sunlight, colder as the day declines, and through the same sharp wind, sharper as the separate shadows of bare trees gloom together in the woods, and as the Ghost's Walk, touched at the western corner by a pile of fire in the sky, resigns itself to coming night, they drive into the park.

Wherefore the clerk put on his white comforter, and tried to warm himself at the candle; in which effort, not being a man of a strong imagination, he failed.

Oh self, self, self! At every turn nothing but self!

He looked about him in a confused way, as if he had lost his place in the book of his remembrance; and he turned his face to the fire, and spread his hands broader on his knees, and lifted them off and put them on again.

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

Next Mrs. Crupp said it was clear she couldn't be in two places at once (which I felt to be reasonable). . .

The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice. A frosty rime was on his head, and on his eyebrows, and his wiry chin. He carried his own low temperature always about with him; he iced his office in the dog-days; and didn't thaw it one degree at Christmas.

I whistled and made nothing of going. But the village was very peaceful and quiet, and the light mists were solemnly rising, as if to show me the world, and I had been so innocent and little there, and all beyond was so unknown and great, that in that moment with a strong heave and sob I broke into tears.

There was something so natural and winning to Clara's resigned way of looking at these stores in detail, as Herbert pointed them out, -- and something so confiding, loving and innocent, in her modest manner of yielding herself to Herbert's embracing arm -- and something so gentle in her, so much needing protection.

Mr. Wopsle's great-aunt successfully overcame that bad habit of living, so highly desirable to be got rid of by some people.

Alice!" said the visitor's mild voice, "am I late to-night?" "You always seem late, but are always early.

K?sacas? do?ru oldu?unu bildi?im ?eyi yapmaya cesaret bulam?yordum; nas?l ki daha önce de yanl?? oldu?unu bildi?im ?eyden kaç?nacak cesareti gösteremeyi?im gibi.

at that favoured period, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements

Mrs. Southcott had recently attained her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the

we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way— in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

So, Mr. Bounderby threw on his hat—he always threw it on, as expressing a man who had been far too busily employed in making himself, to acquire any fashion of wearing his hat—and with his hands in his pockets, sauntered out into the hall. 'I never wear gloves,' it was his custom to say. 'I didn't climb up the ladder in them.—Shouldn't be so high up, if I had.' Being

Look at me,' said Miss Havisham. 'You are not afraid of a woman who has never seen the sun since you were born?

But, like many fond parents, I have in my heart of hearts a favourite child. And his name is David Copperfield

Great men are seldom over scrupulous in the arrangement of their attire;

I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!" Scrooge repeated, as he scrambled out of bed. "The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. O Jacob Marley! Heaven and the Christmas-time be praised for this! I say it on my knees, old Jacob, on my knees!

Then they went up the steps of the neighbouring Saint George's Church, and went up to the altar, where Daniel Doyce was waiting in his paternal character. And there was Little Dorrit's old friend who had given her the Burial Register for a pillow; full of admiration that she should come back to them to be married, after all. And