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
There is a drowsy state, between sleeping and waking, when you dream more in five minutes with your eyes half open, and… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“As she stooped over him, her tears fell upon his forehead. The boy stirred, and smiled in his sleep, as though these… — 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
The flowers that sleep by night, opened their gentle eyes and turned them to the day. The light, creation's mind, was everywhere,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
'Mind and matter,' said the lady in the wig, 'glide swift into the vortex if immensity. Howls the sublime, and softly sleeps… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“There is a kind of sleep that steals upon us sometimes, which, while it holds the body prisoner, does not free the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The water of the fountain ran, the swift river ran, the day ran into evening, so much life in the city ran… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It was the beginning of a day in June; the deep blue sky unsullied by a cloud, and teeming with brilliant light.… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The day was made for laziness, and lying on one's back in green places, and staring at the sky till its brightness… — 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
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
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
“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
