And it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It is no small thing, when they, who are so fresh from God, love us. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Poetry's unnat'ral; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin' day. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Do all the good you can and make as little fuss about it as possible. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
What lawsuits grow out of the graves of rich men, every day; sowing perjury, hatred, and lies among near kindred, where there… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The broken heart. You think you will die, but you keep living, day after day after terrible day.” — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
If you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you'd form some idea of what unrequited affection is. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Little Red Riding Hood was my first love. I felt that if I could have married Little Red Riding Hood, I should… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Indeed, there was a frankness in his face, an honesty, and an undisguised show of his pride in her, and his love… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Loves and Cupids took to flight afraid, and Martyrdom had no such torment in its painted history of suffering. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The blossom is blighted, the leaf is withered, the God of day goes down upon the dreary scene, and in short you… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
[S]he stood for some moments gazing at the sisters, with affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other. — 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
How beautiful you are! You are more beautiful in anger than in repose. I don't ask you for your love; give me… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Of course I was in love with little Em'ly. I am sure I loved that baby quite as truly, quite as tenderly,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Mature affection, homage, devotion, does not easily express itself. Its voice is low. It is modest and retiring, it lies in ambush,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“What a situation!' cried Miss Squeers; '...What is the reason that men fall in love with me, whether I like it or… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Affection, homage, devotion, does not easily express itself. Its voice is low. It is modest and retiring, it lies in ambush, waits… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
When she took her opposite place in the carriage corner, the brightness in her face was so charming to behold, that on… — 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
Mine ain't a selfish affection, you know," said Mr. Toots, in the confidence engendered by his having been a witness of the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
... Natural affections and instincts, my dear sir, are the most beautiful of the Almighty's works, but like other beautiful works of… — 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
“how there were echoes all about her, sweet in her ears, of the many times her father had told her that he… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“I have been deceived, before, in the objects whom I have endeavoured to benefit; but I feel strongly disposed to trust you,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I'd lay down my life for her - Mas'r Davy - Oh! most content and cheerful! She's more to me - gent'lmen… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
You anticipate what I would say, though you cannot know how earnestly I say it, how earnestly I feel it, without knowing… — 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… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart. — 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