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
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
An observer of men who finds himself steadily repelled by some apparently trifling thing in a stranger is right to give it… — 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
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
... when the locked door opens, and there comes in a young woman, deadly pale, and with long fair hair, who glides… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The man who now confronted Gashford, was a squat, thickset personage, with a low, retreating forehead, a coarse shock head of hair,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I don't remember forms or faces now, but I know the girl was beautiful. I know she was; for in the bright… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Above all, one hideous figure grew as familiar as if it had been before the general gaze from the foundations of the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He was a very young boy; quite a little child. His hair still hung in curls about his face, and his eyes… — 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
