... I have read in your face, as plain as if it was a book, that but for some trouble and sorrow… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Your tale is of the longest," observed Monks, moving restlessly in his chair. It is a true tale of grief and trial,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was a long and gloomy night that gathered on me, haunted by the ghosts of many hopes, of many dear remembrances,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
If I dropped a tear upon your hand, may it wither it up! If I spoke a gentle word in your hearing,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I have had my share of sorrows-more than the common lot, perhaps, but I have borne them ill. I have broken where… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Listlessness to everything, but brooding sorrow, was the night that fell on my undisciplined heart. Let me look up from it -… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Christmas is a time in which, of all times in the year, the memory of every remediable sorrow, wrong, and trouble in… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Waste forces within him, and a desert all around, this man stood still on his way across a silent terrace, and saw… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
And could I look upon her without compassion, seeing her punishment in the ruin she was, in her profound unfitness for this… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It always grieves me to contemplate the initiation of children into the ways of life when they are scarcely more than infants.… — 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
“He had heard the children’s talk, and his heart was very heavy as he looked about the shabby room that used to… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
How many families, whose members have been dispersed and scattered far and wide, in the restless struggles of life, are then reunited,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“He saw that women, the tenderest and most fragile of all God’s creatures, were the oftenest superior to sorrow, adversity, and distress;… — 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
