It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Train up a fig tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under the shade of it. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“I saw that the bride within the bridal dress has withered like the dress, and like the flowers, and had no brightness… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind, that we are the most disposed to picture… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“Oh, the solemn woods over which the light and shadow travelled swiftly, as if heavenly wings were sweeping on benignant errands through… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There are hopes, the bloom of whose beauty would be spoiled by the trammels of description; too lovely, too delicate, too sacred… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
In fine weather the old gentelman is almost constantly in the garden; and when it is too wet to go into it,… — 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 bright, frosty day declined as they walked and spoke together. The sun dipped in the river far behind them, and the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
On summer evenings, when every flower, and tree, and bird, might have better addressed my soft young heart, I have in my… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There once was a child, and he strolled about a good deal, and thought of a number of things. He had a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“It is said that every life has its roses and thorns; there seemed, however, to have been a misadventure or mistake in… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Heaven above was blue, and earth beneath was green; the river glistened like a path of diamonds in the sun; the birds… — 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
It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered… — 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
