Charles Dickens Quotes

All partings foreshadow the great final one.

-Why don't you cry again, you little wretch? -Because I'll never cry for you again.

Love is not a feeling to pass away Like the balmy breath of a Summer's day....... Love is not a passion of earthly mould As a thirst for honour, or fame, or gold

Why then we should drop into poetry.

Circumstances beyond my individual control.

Philosophers are only men in armor after all.

A demd, damp, moist, unpleasant body!

I ate 'umble pie with an appetite.

For though we are perpetually bragging of it as our safety, it is nothing but a poor fringe on the mantle of the upper.

Surprises, like misfortunes, seldom come alone.

Discipline must be maintained.

And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death. And O what a bright old song it is, that O 'tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round!

Missionaries are perfect nuisances and leave every place worse than they found it.

Gold, for the instant, lost its luster in his eyes, for there were countless treasures of the heart which it could never purchase

Novelties please less than they impress.

I distress you; I draw fast to an end.

Christmas is a poor excuse every 25th of December to pick a man's pockets.

She had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes; eyes that were very pretty and very good.

Take a little timecount five-and-twenty,Tattycoram.

They don't mind it: its a reg'lar holiday to them - all porter and skittles.

My life is one demd horrid grind.

Lawyers hold that there are two kinds of particularly bad witnesses--a reluctant witness, and a too-willing witness.

To have a cricket on the hearth is the luckiest thing in all the world!

It is when our budding hopes are nipped beyond recovery by some rough wind, that we are the most disposed to picture to ourselves what flowers they might have borne, if they had flourished . . .

I will die here where I have walked. And I will walk here, though I am in my grave. I will walk here until the pride of this house is humbled.

The bearings of this observation lays in the application of it.

"Why, I don't exactly know about perjury, my dear sir," replied the little gentleman. "Harsh word, my dear sir, very harsh word indeed. It's a legal fiction, my dear sir, nothing more."

"Do not repine, my friends," said Mr. Pecksniff, tenderly. "Do not weep for me. It is chronic."

Buy an annuity cheap, and make your life interesting to yourself and everybody else that watches the speculation.

Did it ever strike you on such a morning as this that drowning would be happiness and peace?

I took a good deal o' pains with his eddication, sir; let him run in the streets when he was very young, and shift for hisself. It's the only way to make a boy sharp, sir.

I think it impossible, utterly impossible, for any Englishman to live here [in America], and be happy.

The air came laden with the fragrance it caught upon its way, and the bees, upborne upon its scented breath, hummed forth their drowsy satisfaction as they floated by.

The day was made for laziness, and lying on one's back in green places, and staring at the sky till its brightness forced one to shut one's eyes and go to sleep.

"Drink with me, my dear," said Mr. Weller. "Put your lips to this here tumbler, and then I can kiss you by deputy."

"O' course I came to look arter you, my darlin'," replied Mr. Weller; for once permitting his passion to get the better of his veracity.

She better liked to see him free and happy, even than to have him near her, because she loved him better than herself.

Loves and Cupids took to flight afraid, and Martyrdom had no such torment in its painted history of suffering.

"You see," said Mr. Toots, "what I wanted in a wife was - in short, was sense. Money, Feeder, I had. Sense I - I had not, particularly."

I cannot help it; reason has nothing to do with it; I love her against reason-but who would as soon love me for my own sake, as she would love the beggar at the corner.

Miss Mills replied, on general principles, that the Cottage of content was better than the Palace of cold splendour, and that where love was, all was.

I went away, dear Agnes, loving you. I stayed away, loving you. I returned home, loving you!

"Why, what I may think after dinner," returns Mr. Jobling, "is one thing, my dear Guppy, and what I may think before dinner is another thing."

Being that rare sort of old girl that she receives Good to her arms without a hint that it might be Better and catches light from any little spot of darkness near her.

But the words she spoke of Mrs Harris, lambs could not forgive ... nor worms forget.

"Ecod, you may say what you like of my father, then, and so I give you leave," said Jonas. "I think it's liquid aggravation that circulates through his veins, and not regular blood..."

The citizen ... preserved the resolute bearing of one who was not to be frowned down or daunted, and who cared very little for any nobility but that of worth and manhood.

"I fear your kind and open communication, which has rendered me more painfully conscious of my own defects, has not improved me," sighed Kate.

You are always training yourself to be, mind and body, as clear as crystal, and you always are, and never change; whereas I am a muddy, solitary, moping weed.

It was the first time it had ever occurred to me, that this detestable cant of false humility might have originated out of the Heep family. I had seen the harvest, but had never thought of the seed.