The cloud of caring for nothing, which overshadowed him with such a fatal darkness, was very rarely pierced by the light within… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Black are the brooding clouds and troubled the deep waters, when the Sea of Thought, first heaving from a calm, gives up… — 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
It was very dark; but in the murky sky there were masses of cloud which shone with a lurid light, like monstrous… — 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
I found every breath of air, and every scent, and every flower and leaf and blade of grass and every passing cloud,… — 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
Fog everywhere. Fog up the river where it flows among green airs and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled… — 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
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
At last, in the dead of the night, when the street was very still indeed, Little Dorrit laid the heavy head upon… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was the beginning of a day in June; the deep blue sky unsullied by a cloud, and teeming with brilliant light.… — 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
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
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 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
“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
