Mr. Tulkinghorn, sitting in the twilight by the open window, enjoys his wine. As if it whispered to him of its fifty… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
You have been so careful of me that I never had a child's heart. You have trained me so well that I… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The sum of the whole is this: walk and be happy, walk and be healthy. "The best of all ways to lengthen… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
... Waiter! raw beef-steak for the gentleman's eye,-nothing like raw beef-steak for a bruise, sir; cold lamp-post very good, but lamp-post inconvenient-damned… — 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 don't quite recollect how many tumblers of whiskey toddy each man drank after supper; but this I know, that about one… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Night, like a giant, fills the church, from pavement to roof, and holds dominion through the silent hours. Pale dawn again comes… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast. Some men, like bats or owls, have… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Recollections of the past and visions of the present come to bear me company; the meanest man to whom I have ever… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
And from that hour his poor maimed spirit, only remembering the place where it had broken its wings, cancelled the dream through… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
"People can't die, along the coast," said Mr. Peggotty, "except when the tide's pretty nigh out. They can't be born, unless it's… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Indeed the worthy housewife was of such a capricious nature, that she not only attained a higher pitch of genius than Macbeth,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Other sound than the owl's voice there was none, save the falling of a fountain into its stone basin; for, it was… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Out upon merry Christmas! What's Christmas time to you but a time for paying bills without money; a time for finding yourself… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The appearance presented by the streets of London an hour before sunrise, on a summer's morning, is most striking even to the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I never had one hour's happiness in her society, and yet my mind all round the four-and-twenty hours was harping on the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
If its individual citizens, to a man, are to be believed, it always is depressed, and always is stagnated, and always is… — 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
