My hair stands on end at the cost and charges of these boys. Why was I ever a father! Why was my… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I think it must somewhere be written that the virtues of mothers shall be visited on their children, as well as the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
"Well," said my aunt, "this is his boy - his son. He would be as like his father as it's possible to… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
"Ecod, you may say what you like of my father, then, and so I give you leave," said Jonas. "I think it's… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
My father’s family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Mr. Bazzard's father, being a Norfolk farmer, would have furiously laid about him with a flail, a pitch-fork, and every agricultural implement… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
They are Man's and they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance and this girl is Want. Beware… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was a dagger in the haughty father's heart, an arrow in his brain, to see how the flesh and blood he… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
what I want you to be - I don't mean physically but morally: you are very well physically - is a firm… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
You have been so careful of me that I never had a child's heart. You have trained me so well that I… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Let the tears which fell, and the broken words which were exchanged in the long close embrace between the orphans, be sacred.… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Father Time is not always a hard parent and though he tarries for none of his children, often lays his hand lightly… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
As I never saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Thus, it comes to pass, that a certain room in a certain old hall, where a certain bad lord, baronet, knight, or… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“. . . such a rush immediately ensued that she with laughing face and plundered dress was borne towards it the centre… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Why didn’t you ever go to school, Joe, when you were as little as me?’ ‘Well, Pip,’ said Joe, taking up 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 Image
... 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 Image
There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
