Charles Dickens Quotes
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Veels vithin veels, a prison in a prison.
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"Oh!" said my aunt, "I was not aware at first to whom I had the pleasure of objecting."
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I made a compact with myself that in my person literature should stand by itself, of itself, and for itself.
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Nothing that we do, is done in vain. I believe, with all my soul, that we shall see triumph.
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Anything that makes a noise is satisfactory to a crowd.
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So does a whole world, with all its greatnesses and littlenesses, lie in a twinkling star. And as mere human knowledge can split a ray of light and analyse the manner of its composition, so, sublimer intelligences may read in the feeble shining of this earth of ours, every thought and act, every vice and virtue, of every responsible creature on it.
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I don't remember who was there, except Dora. I have not the least idea what we had for dinner, besides Dora. My impression is, that I dined off Dora, entirely, and sent away half-a-dozen plates untouched. I sat next to her. I talked to her. She had the most delightful little voice, the gayest little laugh, the pleasantest and most fascinating little ways, that ever led a lost youth into hopeless slavery. She was rather diminutive altogether. So much the more precious, I thought.
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This is a world of action, and not moping and droning in.
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He lived in chambers that had once belonged to his deceased partner. They were a gloomy suite of rooms, in a lowering pile of building up a yard, where it had so little business to be, that one could scarcely help fancying it must have run there when it was a young house, playing at hide-and-seek with other houses, and forgotten the way out again.
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Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman.
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Philosophers are only men in armor after all.
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I was so humiliated, hurt, spurned, offended, angry, sorry--I cannot hit upon the right name for the smart--God knows what its name was--that tears started to my eyes.
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The ocean asks for nothing but those who stand by her shores gradually attune themselves to her rhythm.
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A very little key will open a very heavy door.
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We can refute assertions, but who can refute silence?
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One great blemish in the popular mind of America and the prolific parent of an innumerable brood of evils, is Universal Distrust . . . you no sooner set up an idol firmly, than you are sure to pull it down and dash it into fragments: and this because directly you reward a benefactor, or a public servant, you distrust him, merely because he is rewarded . . . . Any man who attains a high place among you, from the President downwards, may date his downfall from that moment.
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In seasons of pestilence, some of us will have a secret attraction to the disease--a terrible passing inclination to die of it.
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There might be some credit in being jolly.
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I expect a judgment. Shortly.
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In this way they went on, and on, and on-in the language of the story-books-until at last the village lights appeared before them, and the church spire cast a long reflection on the graveyard grass; as if it were a dial (alas, the truest in the world!) marking, whatever light shone out of Heaven, the flight of days and weeks and years, by some new shadow on that solemn ground.
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Have a heart that never hardens.
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Yet, I had nothing else to tell; unless, indeed, I were to confess (which might be of less moment still), that no one can ever believe this Narrative, in the reading, more than I believed it in the writing.
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Women can always put things in fewest words. Except when it's blowing up; and then they lengthens it out.
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She had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes; eyes that were very pretty and very good.