“The very stars to which I then raised my eyes, I am afraid I took to be but poor and humble stars… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
When the moon shines very brilliantly, a solitude and stillness seem to proceed from her that influence even crowded places full of… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The night was as dark by this time as it would be until morning; and what light we had, seemed to come… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The wind is rushing after us, and the clouds are flying after us, and the moon is plunging after us, and the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was a murky confusion — here and there blotted with a color like the color of the smoke from damp fuel… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The earth covered with a sable pall as for the burial of yesterday; the clumps of dark trees, its giant plumes of… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“It was a dark night, though the full moon rose as I left the enclosed lands, and passed out upon the marshes.… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Day was breaking at Plashwater Weir Mill Lock. Stars were yet visible, but there was dull light in the east that was… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
A moment, and its glory was no more. The sun went down beneath the long dark lines of hill and cloud which… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
But the moon came slowly up in all her gentle glory, and the stars looked out, and through the small compass of… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The night wore out, and, as he stood upon the bridge listening to the water as it splashed the river-walls of the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached.… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Château and hut, stone face and dangling figure, the red stain on the stone floor, and the pure water in the village… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“All other swindlers upon earth are nothing to the self-swindlers, and with such pretences did I cheat myself. Surely a curious thing. That I… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
... Arthur Gride, whose bleared eyes gloated only over the outward beauties, and were blind to the spirit which reigned within, evinced - a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose. — Charles Dickens Copy Share
I have tried to resign myself, and to console myself; and that, I hope, I may have done imperfectly; but what I cannot firmly… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“The suspense: the fearful, acute suspense: of standing idly by while the life of one we dearly love, is trembling in the balance; the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“Mrs. Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but had an exquisite art of making her cleanliness more uncomfortable and unacceptable than dirt itself.” — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“evening, they began to think that although he could never hope to be an Englishman, still it would be hard to visit that affliction… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“Besides which, all that I could have said of the Story to any purpose, I had endeavoured to say in it.” — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“The wheels rolled on, and rolled down by the Monument, and by the Tower; and by the Docks; down by Ratcliffe, and by Rotherhithe;… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“The three customers pulled off their hats to Madame Defarge, with three flourishes. She acknowledged their homage by bending her head, and giving them… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“What a situation!' cried Miss Squeers; '...What is the reason that men fall in love with me, whether I like it or not, and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
I admire machinery as much is any man, and am as thankful to it as any man can be for what it does for… — Charles Dickens Copy Share
“Mr. Pickwick was a philosopher, but philosophers are only men in armour, after all.” — Charles Dickens Copy Share
