"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, flourishing his bread-and-cheese knife in the air, "in the human heart that had better not be… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
To be allowed to call her "Dora", to write to her, to dote upon and worship her, to have reason to think… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
O, if the deeds of human creatures could be traced to their source, how beautiful would even death appear; for how much… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I know nothing of philosophical philanthropy. But I know what I have seen, and what I have looked in the face in… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
"Peggotty!" repeated Miss Betsey, with some indignation. "Do you mean to say, child, that any human being has gone into a Christian… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Most men unconsciously judge the world from themselves, and it will be very generally found that those who sneer habitually at human… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
As the gloom and shadow thickened behind him, in that place where it had been gathering so darkly, it took, by slow… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There are chords in the human heart- strange, varying strings- which are only struck by accident; which will remain mute and senseless… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Man is but mortal: and there is a point beyond which human courage cannot extend. Mr. Pickwick gazed through his spectacles for… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is--as the light called human life is--at its… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“If you could say, with truth, to your own solitary heart, to-night, 'I have secured to myself the love and attachment, the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
So does a whole world, with all its greatnesses and littlenesses, lie in a twinkling star. And as mere human knowledge can… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
She was more than human to me. She was a Fairy, a Sylph. I don't know what she was, anything that no… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There is no such passion in human nature, as the passion for gravy among commercial gentlemen. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It is one of those problems of human nature, which may be noted down, but not solved; - although Ralph felt no… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The leprosy of unreality disfigured every human creature in attendance. — 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
