When we came within sight of the sea, the waves on the horizon, caught at intervals above the rolling abyss, were like… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Home is like the ship at sea, Sailing on eternally; Oft the anchor forth we cast, But can never make it fast. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The wide stare stared itself out for one while; the Sun went down in a red, green, golden glory; the stars came… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
And the voices in the waves are always whispering to Florence, in their ceaseless murmuring, of love - of love, eternal and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
He says-him as was here just now-'When Tom shut up the house, mate, to go to rack, the beds was left, all… — 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
He was sailing over a boundless expanse of sea, with a blood-red sky above, and the angry waters, lashed into fury beneath,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
And thus ever by day and night, under the sun and under the stars, climbing the dusty hills and toiling along the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The weathercocks on spires and housetops were mysterious with hints of stormy wind, and pointed, like so many ghostly fingers, out to… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
One disagreeable result of whispering is that it seems to evoke an atmosphere of silence, haunted by the ghosts of sound -… — 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
You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There is nothing--no, nothing--innocent or good, that dies and is forgotten; let us hold to that faith or none. An infant, a… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I am not afeard, my Heart's-delight," resumed the Captain. "There's been most uncommon bad weather in them latitudes, there's no denyin', and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
A mob is usually a creature of very mysterious existence, particularly in a large city. Where it comes from, or whither it… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Time and tide will wait for no man, saith the adage. But all men have to wait for time and tide. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Black are the brooding clouds and troubled the deep waters, when the Sea of Thought, first heaving from a calm, gives up… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I would like to be going all over the kingdom...and acting everywhere. There's nothing in the world equal to seeing the house… — 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
While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were… — 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
“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
