“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
Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The doctor seemed especially troubled by the fact of the robbery having been unexpected, and attempted in the night-time; as if it… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was a long and gloomy night that gathered on me, haunted by the ghosts of many hopes, of many dear remembrances,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The night was dark, and a cold wind blew, driving the clouds, furiously and fast, before it. There was one black, gloomy… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was one of those hot, silent nights, when people sit at windows listening for the thunder which they know will shortly… — 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
Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I don't remember forms or faces now, but I know the girl was beautiful. I know she was; for in the bright… — 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
“To be shelterless and alone in the open country, hearing the wind moan and watching for day through the whole long weary… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
People like us don't go out at night cause people like them see us for what we are — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
At last, in the dead of the night, when the street was very still indeed, Little Dorrit laid the heavy head upon… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
"Ay," said the Captain, reverentially; "it's a almighty element. There's wonders in the deep, my pretty. Think on it when the winds… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
For the night-wind has a dismal trick of wandering round and round a building of that sort, and moaning as it goes;… — 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
