Skewered through and through with office-pens, and bound hand and foot with red tape. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He describes it as a large apartment, with a red brick floor and a capacious chimney; the ceiling garnished with hams, sides… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Little Red Riding Hood was my first love. I felt that if I could have married Little Red Riding Hood, I should… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with a red upon it that the sun had never given,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the courtyard. But, the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I am at the moment deaf in the ears, hoarse in the throat, red in the nose, green in the gills, damp… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He was sailing over a boundless expanse of sea, with a blood-red sky above, and the angry waters, lashed into fury beneath,… — 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
Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The wide stare stared itself out for one while; the Sun went down in a red, green, golden glory; the stars came… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The bright, frosty day declined as they walked and spoke together. The sun dipped in the river far behind them, and the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I can see others in the sunlight; I can see our boats' crews and our athletic young men on the glistening water,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There either is or is not, that’s the way things are. The colour of the day. The way it felt to be… — 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
“Good for Christmas-time is the ruddy colour of the cloak in which--the tree making a forest of itself for her to trip… — 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
