Then tell Wind and Fire where to stop," returned madame; "but don't tell me. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
When the wind is blowing and the sleet or rain is driving against the dark windows, I love to sit by the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
An evening wind uprose too, and the slighter branches cracked and rattled as they moved, in skeleton dances, to its moaning music. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind, that we are the most disposed to picture… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in… — 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
The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
She forgot to be shy at the moment, in honestly warning him away from the sunken wreck he had a dream of… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
My heart is set, as firmly as ever heart of man was set on woman. I have no thought, no view, no… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There was no wind; there was no passing shadow on the deep shade of the night; there was no noise. The city… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The rain and hail pattered against the glass; the chimneys quaked and rocked; the crazy casement rattled with the wind, as though… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
At the great iron gate of the churchyard he stopped and looked in. He looked up at the high tower spectrally resisting… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
For the night-wind has a dismal trick of wandering round and round a building of that sort, and moaning as it goes;… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It had grown darker as they talked, and the wind was sawing and the sawdust was whirling outside paler windows. The underlying… — 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
Blackened skeleton arms of wood by the wayside pointed upward to the convent, as if the ghosts of former travellers, overwhelmed by… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The night was dark, and a cold wind blew, driving the clouds, furiously and fast, before it. There was one black, gloomy… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I don't remember forms or faces now, but I know the girl was beautiful. I know she was; for in the bright… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“To be shelterless and alone in the open country, hearing the wind moan and watching for day through the whole long weary… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The clouds were flying fast, the wind was coming up in gusts, banging some neighboring shutters that had broken loose, twirling the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
A blight had fallen on the trees and shrubs; and the wind, at length beginning to break the unnatural stillness that had… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Under none of the accredited ghostly circumstances, and environed by none of the conventional ghostly surroundings, did I first make acquaintance with… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The weathercocks on spires and housetops were mysterious with hints of stormy wind, and pointed, like so many ghostly fingers, out to… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
But, for all that, they had a very pleasant walk. The trees were bare of leaves, and the river was bare of… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The evening wind made such a disturbance just now, among some tall old elm-trees at the bottom of the garden, that neither… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Ay," said the Captain, reverentially; "it's a almighty element. There's wonders in the deep, my pretty. Think on it when the winds… — 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
