What are the odds so long as the fire of the soul is kindled at the taper of conviviality, and the wing… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
They whirled past the dark trees, as feathers would be swept before a hurricane. Houses, gates, churches, hay-stacks, objects of every kind… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I am light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a schoolboy — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I don't know what to do!" cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the same breath; and making a perfect Laocoön of himself… — 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
“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
