“How weak am I, that I could shed tears at this reception! I who have never experienced anything else; who have never… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
The meagre lighthouse all in white, haunting the seaboard, as if it were the ghost of an edifice that had once had… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
... when he saw her sitting there all alone, so young, and good, and beautiful, and kind to him; and heard her… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your… — 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
Some happy talent, and some fortunate opportunity, may form the two sides of the ladder on which some men mount, but the… — 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
Be guided, only by the healer of the sick, the raiser of the dead, the friend of all who were afflicted and… — 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
The secret was such an old one now, had so grown into me and become a part of myself, that I could… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Heavens 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
If I dropped a tear upon your hand, may it wither it up! If I spoke a gentle word in your hearing,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
I was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry--I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart--God knows what its name… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
There is no deception now, Mr. Weller. Tears," said Job, with a look of momentary slyness, "tears are not the only proofs… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
When death strikes down the innocent and young, for every fragile form from which he lets the panting spirit free, a hundred… — 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
Let the tears which fell, and the broken words which were exchanged in the long close embrace between the orphans, be sacred.… — 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
