Being that rare sort of old girl that she receives Good to her arms without a hint that it might be Better… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
... As to sleep, you know, I never sleep now. I might be a Watchman, except that I don't get any pay,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Possibly we might even improve the world a little, if we got up early in the morning, and took off our coats… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
You might, from your appearance, be the wife of Lucifer,” said Miss Pross, in her breathing. “Nevertheless, you shall not get the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind, that we are the most disposed to picture… — 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
It was the first time it had ever occurred to me, that this detestable cant of false humility might have originated out… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I recollected one story there was in the village, how that on a certain night in the year (it might be that… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Mr Lorry asks the witness questions: Ever been kicked? Might have been. Frequently? No. Ever kicked down stairs? Decidedly not; once received… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He had a cringing manner, but a very harsh voice; and his blandest smiles were so extremely forbidding, that to have had… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
A modest ring at the bell at length allayed her fears, and Miss Benton, hurrying into her own room and shutting herself… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There was not one straight floor from the foundation to the roof; the ceilings were so fantastically clouded by smoke and dust,… — 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
This fine young man had all the inclination to be a profligate of the first water, and only lacked the one good… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Huge knots of sea-weed hung upon the jagged and pointed stones, trembling in every breath of wind; and the green ivy clung… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
'I believe, Mr. Snitchey,' said Alfred, 'there are quiet victories and struggles, great sacrifices of self, and noble acts of heroism, in… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
what I want you to be - I don't mean physically but morally: you are very well physically - is a firm… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
And what an example of the power of dress young Oliver Twist was! Wrapped in the blanket which had hitherto formed his… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Day was breaking at Plashwater Weir Mill Lock. Stars were yet visible, but there was dull light in the east that was… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
We need be careful how we deal with those about us, when every death carries to some small circle of survivors, thoughts… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
She was too intent upon her work, and too earnest in what she said, and too composed and quiet altogether, to be… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
If I may so express it, I was steeped in Dora. I was not merely over head and ears in love with… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Do you want to be a gentleman, to spite her or to gain her over? Because, if it is to spite her,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The haggard aspect of the little old man was wonderfully suited to the place; he might have groped among old churches and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
What is natural in me, is natural in many other men, I infer, and so I am not afraid to write that… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
A display of indifference to all the actions and passions of mankind was not supposed to be such a distinguished quality at… — 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
Some philosophers tell us that selfishness is at the root of our best loves and affections. Mr. Dombey's young child was, from… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Old Marley was as dead as a doornail. Mind! I don't mean to say that, of my own knowledge, what there 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
... 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
