Under none of the accredited ghostly circumstances, and environed by none of the conventional ghostly surroundings, did I first make acquaintance with… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly, and beat at the great door, like a swift messenger rousing… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
She forgot to be shy at the moment, in honestly warning him away from the sunken wreck he had a dream of… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
A blight had fallen on the trees and shrubs; and the wind, at length beginning to break the unnatural stillness that had… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The heavy rain beat down the tender branches of vine and jessamine, and trampled on them in its fury; and when the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
When the wind is blowing and the sleet or rain is driving against the dark windows, I love to sit by the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“What the mud had been doing with itself, or where it came from, who could say? But it seemed to collect in… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The rain and hail pattered against the glass; the chimneys quaked and rocked; the crazy casement rattled with the wind, as though… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
But tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble’s soul; his heart was waterproof. Like washable beaver hats… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew… — 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
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
One should never be ashamed to cry. Tears are rain on the dust of earth. — 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
