Flower Quotes by Charles Dickens

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in…

— Charles Dickens

Train up a fig tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under the shade of it.

— Charles Dickens

Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.

— Charles Dickens

If the parks be "the lungs of London" we wonder what Greenwich Fair is--a periodical breaking out, we suppose--a sort of spring…

— Charles Dickens

There are hopes, the bloom of whose beauty would be spoiled by the trammels of description; too lovely, too delicate, too sacred…

— Charles Dickens

“Oh, the solemn woods over which the light and shadow travelled swiftly, as if heavenly wings were sweeping on benignant errands through…

— Charles Dickens

In fine weather the old gentelman is almost constantly in the garden; and when it is too wet to go into it,…

— Charles Dickens

The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river…

— Charles Dickens

“I saw that the bride within the bridal dress has withered like the dress, and like the flowers, and had no brightness…

— Charles Dickens

It being a part of Mrs. Pipchin's system not to encourage a child's mind to develop and expand itself like a young…

— Charles Dickens

The flowers that sleep by night, opened their gentle eyes and turned them to the day. The light, creation's mind, was everywhere,…

— Charles Dickens

“It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind, that we are the most disposed to picture…

— Charles Dickens

The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window; the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the…

— Charles Dickens

The bright, frosty day declined as they walked and spoke together. The sun dipped in the river far behind them, and the…

— Charles Dickens

I found every breath of air, and every scent, and every flower and leaf and blade of grass and every passing cloud,…

— Charles Dickens

There once was a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought of a number of things. He had a…

— Charles Dickens

Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full…

— Charles Dickens

On summer evenings, when every flower, and tree, and bird, might have better addressed my soft young heart, I have in my…

— Charles Dickens

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

For a long time, no village girl would dress her hair or bosom with the sweetest flower from that field of death:…

— Charles Dickens

It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered…

— Charles Dickens

“It is said that every life has its roses and thorns; there seemed, however, to have been a misadventure or mistake in…

— Charles Dickens

Heaven above was blue, and earth beneath was green; the river glistened like a path of diamonds in the sun; the birds…

— Charles Dickens

While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were…

— Charles Dickens

Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers,…

— Charles Dickens