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All is going on as it was wont. The waves are hoarse with repetition of their mystery; the dust lies piled upon the shore; the sea-birds soar and hover; the winds and clouds go forth upon their trackless flight; the white arms beckon, in the moonlight, to the invisible country far away.
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Every idiot who goes about with a 'Merry Christmas' on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart.
Charles Dickens
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'Tis love that makes the world go round, my baby.
Charles Dickens -
... Treachery don't come natural to beaming youth; but trust and pity, love and constancy,-they do, thank God!
Charles Dickens -
Heaven above was blue, and earth beneath was green; the river glistened like a path of diamonds in the sun; the birds poured forth their songs from the shady trees; the lark soared high above the waving corn; and the deep buzz of insects filled the air.
Charles Dickens -
Shall we speak of the inspiration of a poet or a priest, and not of the heart impelled by love and self-devotion to the lowliest work in the lowliest way of life?
Charles Dickens -
I wish I were the Commander in Chief in India... I should do my utmost to exterminate the Race upon whom the stain of the late cruelties rested.
Charles Dickens -
There was no wind; there was no passing shadow on the deep shade of the night; there was no noise. The city lay behind him, lighted here and there, and starry worlds were hidden by the masonry of spire and roof that hardly made out any shapes against the sky. Dark and lonely distance lay around him everywhere, and the clocks were faintly striking two.
Charles Dickens
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Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own.
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Loves and Cupids took to flight afraid, and Martyrdom had no such torment in its painted history of suffering.
Charles Dickens -
We all draw a little and compose a little, and none of us have any idea of time or money.
Charles Dickens -
... Natural affections and instincts, my dear sir, are the most beautiful of the Almighty's works, but like other beautiful works of His, they must be reared and fostered, or it is as natural that they should be wholly obscured, and that new feelings should usurp their place, as it is that the sweetest productions of the earth, left untended, should be choked with weeds and briers.
Charles Dickens -
For though we are perpetually bragging of it as our safety, it is nothing but a poor fringe on the mantle of the upper.
Charles Dickens -
Yes. He is quite a good fellow - nobody's enemy but his own.
Charles Dickens
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Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.
Charles Dickens -
We all have some experience of a feeling, that comes over us occasionally, of what we are saying and doing having been said and done before, in a remote time - of our having been surrounded, dim ages ago, by the same faces, objects, and circumstances.
Charles Dickens -
I believe the spreading of Catholicism to be the most horrible means of political and social degradation left in the world.
Charles Dickens -
When the moon shines very brilliantly, a solitude and stillness seem to proceed from her that influence even crowded places full of life.
Charles Dickens -
Marley was dead, to begin with ... This must be distintly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate.
Charles Dickens -
And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.
Charles Dickens
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Newman cast a despairing glance at his small store of fuel, but, not having the courage to say no-a word which in all his life he never had said at the right time, either to himself or anyone else-gave way to the proposed arrangement.
Charles Dickens -
I found Uriah reading a great fat book, with such demonstrative attention, that his lank forefinger followed up every line as he read, and made clammy tracks along the page (or so I fully believed) like a snail.
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In life I was your partner, Jacob Marley.
Charles Dickens -
Try not to associate bodily defect with mental, my good friend, except for a solid reason.
Charles Dickens