Charles Dickens Quotes
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He’s tough, ma’am,-tough is J. B.; tough and devilish sly.
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Resisting the slow touch of a frozen finger tracing out my spine.
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Jarndyce and Jarndyce drones on. This scarecrow of a suit, has, in course of time, become so complicated that no man alive knows what it means. The parties to it understand it least; but it has been observed that no two Chancery lawyers can talk about it for five minutes, without coming to total disagreement as to all the premises.
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I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.
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Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away.
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We must scrunch or be scrunched.
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The age of chivalry is past. Bores have succeeded to dragons.
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What is peace? Is it war? No. Is it strife? No. Is it lovely, and gentle, and beautiful, and pleasant, and serene, and joyful? Oh, yes! Therefore, my friends, I wish for peace, upon you and upon yours.
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Every baby born into the world is a finer one than the last.
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Remembrance, like a candle, burns brightest at Christmastime.
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Although a skillful flatterer is a most delightful companion if you have him all to yourself, his taste becomes very doubtful when he takes to complimenting other people.
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A boy's story is the best that is ever told.
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I am the only child of parents who weighed, measured, and priced everything; for whom what could not be weighed, measured, and priced, had no existence.
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Do the wise thing and the kind thing too, and make the best of us and not the worst.
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in a private letter to letter to Emile de la Rue on 23 October 1857
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We never tire of the friendships we form with books.
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It seemed as if the streets were absorbed by the sky, and the night were all in the air.
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As he glided stealthily along, creeping beneath the shelter of the walls and doorways, the hideous old man seemed like some loathsome reptile, engendered in the slime and darkness through which he moved: crawling forth, by night, in search of some rich offal for a meal.
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I had been to see Macbeth at the theatre a night or two before and she reminded me of the faces rising out of the witches' cauldron.
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I don’t feel any vulgar gratitude to you. I almost feel as if you ought to be grateful to me, for giving you the opportunity of enjoying the luxury of generosity. I know you like it. For anything I can tell, I may have come into the world expressly for the purpose of increasing your stock of happiness.
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... she indulged in melancholy - that cheapest and most accessible of luxuries.
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She was more than human to me. She was a Fairy, a Sylph. I don't know what she was, anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted. I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant. There was no pausing on the brink, no looking down, or looking back. I was gone, headlong, before I had sense to say a word to her.
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La difficulté d'écrire l'anglais m'est extrêmement ennuyeuse. Ah, mon Dieu! si l'on pouvait toujours écrire cette belle langue de France!
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I revere the memory of Mr. F. as an estimable man and most indulgent husband, only necessary to mention Asparagus and it appeared or to hint at any little delicate thing to drink and it came like magic in a pint bottle; it was not ecstasy but it was comfort.