Quote by Charles Dickens

“The master of this shop was sitting at the door in his shirt-sleeves, smoking; and as there were a great many coats and pairs…

— Charles Dickens

“With a firm step, he walked down the hall and turned the white china knob of his door, the porcelain smooth and cool beneath…

— Diana Gabaldon

“In the dead white hours in Zurich staring into a stranger's pantry across the upshine of a street-lamp, he used to think that he…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“A fire crackled in the hearth. The cozy scene belied the barely contained vicissitude in the room. Snow White paced, in a fury, leaning…

— J.T. Ellison

“It's daylight. Shouldn't you have burned to a crisp, or something? Don't you have to crawl into a coffin? Where do you keep it…

— Linda Howard

“Before I took to the road, a friend tried to get me to go to a department store with him. He said it was…

— Amy Hempel

“Women always said he was warm. They snuggled with him in bed, grateful for the heat. A couple of his lovers even claimed that,…

— Christina Dodd

“And I could hardly have resigned myself to the simple, vulgar, direct debauchery of a clerk and have endured all the filthiness of it.…

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky

“The candle of his life burned out too soon, but it burned so brightly!”

— Adriana Girolami

“He was wearing a T-shirt that said “Judge a moth by the beauty of its candle.” He was my candle, but I was not…

— Sarah Black

“As I followed the chief waiter with my eyes, I could not help thinking that the garden in which he had gradually blown to…

— Charles Dickens

“A waiter came swiftly along the room, and then stopped dead. His stoppage was as silent as his tread; but all those vague and…

— G.K. Chesterton