every idiot who goes about with a 'Merry Christmas' on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I know that she deserves the best and purest love the heart of man can offer," said Mrs. Maylie; "I know that… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
And how did little Tim behave?” asked Mrs Cratchit, when she had rallied Bob on his credulity and Bob had hugged his… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
But I am sure that I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round...as a good time; a kind,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
My heart is set, as firmly as ever heart of man was set on woman. I have no thought, no view, no… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There's a young man hid with me, in comparison with which young man I am a Angel. That young man hears the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
For who can wonder that man should feel a vague belief in tales of disembodied spirits wandering through those places which they… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Notwithstanding his very liberal laudation of himself, however, the Major was selfish. It may be doubted whether there ever was a more… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Her heart-is given him, with all its love and truth. She would joyfully die with him, or, better than that, die for… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Now, Bella suspected by this time that Mr. Rokesmith admired her. Whether the knowledge (for it was rather that than suspicion) caused… — 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
It was a dagger in the haughty father's heart, an arrow in his brain, to see how the flesh and blood he… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
We came to the house, and it is an old house, full of great chimneys where wood is burnt on ancient dogs… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
But tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble’s soul; his heart was waterproof. Like washable beaver hats… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
"I go so far as to say, miss, morehover," proceeded Mr. Cruncher, with a most alarming tendency to hold forth as from… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Listlessness to everything, but brooding sorrow, was the night that fell on my undisciplined heart. Let me look up from it -… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The persons on whom I have bestowed my dearest love lie deep in their graves; but, although the happiness and delight of… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Long may it remain in this mixed world a question not easy of decision, which is the more beautiful evidence of the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Dombey and Son had often dealt in hides, but never in hearts. They left that fancy ware to boys and girls, and… — 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
