“A man would die tonight of lying out on the marshes, I thought. And then I looked at the stars, and considered… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
For a long time, no village girl would dress her hair or bosom with the sweetest flower from that field of death:… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The very dogs were all asleep, and the flies, drunk with moist sugar in the grocer's shop, forgot their wings and briskness,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Then, the sea fell, and the dying voice made another feeble effort, and then the sea rose high, and beat its life… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“That small world, like the great one out of doors, had the capacity of easily forgetting its dead; and when the cook… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
When death strikes down the innocent and young, for every fragile form from which he lets the panting spirit free, a hundred… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The boy was lying, fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; so pale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“I'm pretty well. So's the family, and so's the boys, except for a sort of rash as is a running through the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
As I think I told you once before," said I, "it is you who have been, in your greed and cunning, against… — 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
We need be careful how we deal with those about us, when every death carries to some small circle of survivors, thoughts… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It is an exquisite and beautiful thing in our nature, that, when the heart is touched and softened by some tranquil happiness… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“They meet again at dinner--again, next day-- again, for many days in succession. Lady Dedlock is always the same exhausted deity, surrounded… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“It is a dreadful thing to wait and watch for the approach of death; to know that hope is gone, and recovery… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to… — 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
