Dickens writes that an event, "began to be forgotten, as most affairs are, when wonder, having no fresh food to support it,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
... Herbert said of himself, with his eyes fixed on the fire, that he thought he must have committed a felony and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He was consious of a thousand odours floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys,… — 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
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
There is nothing--no, nothing--innocent or good, that dies and is forgotten; let us hold to that faith or none. An infant, a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Never, never, before Heaven, have I thought of you but as the single, bright, pure, blessed recollection of my boyhood and my… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He lived in chambers that had once belonged to his deceased partner. They were a gloomy suite of rooms, in a lowering… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Then, at the end of every hand, Miss Bolo would inquire with a dismal countenance and reproachful sigh, why Mr. Pickwick had… — 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
