H.W. Charles Quotes
" ... It is not my desire to wound the feelings of any person with whom I am connected in family bonds. I may be a hypocrite," said Mr. Pecksniff, cuttingly, "but I am not a brute."
... As to sleep, you know, I never sleep now. I might be a Watchman, except that I don't get any pay, and he's got nothing on his mind.
Poetry's unnat'ral; no man ever talked poetry 'cept a beadle on boxin' day, or Warren's blackin' or Rowland's oil, or some o' them low fellows; never you let yourself down to talk poetry, my boy.
"Oh!" said my aunt, "I was not aware at first to whom I had the pleasure of objecting."
"The twins no longer derive their sustenance from Nature's founts - in short," said Mr. Micawber, in one of his bursts of confidence, "they are weaned..."
When we came within sight of the sea, the waves on the horizon, caught at intervals above the rolling abyss, were like glimpses of another shore with towers and buildings.
All the housemaid hopes is, happiness for 'em - but marriage is a lottery, and the more she thinks about it, the more she feels the independence and the safety of a single life.
... Herbert said of himself, with his eyes fixed on the fire, that he thought he must have committed a felony and forgotten the details of it, he felt so dejected and guilty.
Over the whole, a young lady presided, whose gloomy haughtiness as she surveyed the street, announced a deep-seated grievance against society, and an implacable determination to be avenged.
"I know quite enough of myself," said Bella, with a charming air of being inclined to give herself up as a bad job, "and I don't improve upon acquaintance..."
"Peggotty!" repeated Miss Betsey, with some indignation. "Do you mean to say, child, that any human being has gone into a Christian church, and got herself named Peggotty?"
For your popular rumour, unlike the rolling stone of the proverb, is one which gathers a deal of moss in its wanderings up and down.
"It's nothing," returned Mrs Chick. "It's merely change of weather. We must expect change."
I'm awful dull, but I hope I've beat out something nigh the rights of this at last. And so GOD bless you, dear old Pip, old chap, GOD bless you!
"Lord bless you!" said Mr. Omer, resuming his pipe, "a man must take the fat with the lean; that's what he must make up his mind to, in this life. "
... Treachery don't come natural to beaming youth; but trust and pity, love and constancy,-they do, thank God!
Captain Cuttle, like all mankind, little knew how much hope had survived within him under discouragement, until he felt its death-shock.
"Some persons hold," he pursued, still hesitating, "that there is a wisdom of the Head, and that there is a wisdom of the Heart..."
"There are strings," said Mr. Tappertit, flourishing his bread-and-cheese knife in the air, "in the human heart that had better not be wibrated..."
"There is no deception now, Mr. Weller. Tears," said Job, with a look of momentary slyness, "tears are not the only proofs of distress, nor the best ones."
Mrs. Boffin and me, ma'am, are plain people, and we don't want to pretend to anything, nor yet to go round and round at anything because there's always a straight way to everything.
It is, as Mr. Rokesmith says, a matter of feeling, but Lor how many matters ARE matters of feeling!
I had no advice, no counsel, no encouragement, no consolation, no assistance, no support, of any kind, from anyone, that I can call to mind, as I hope to go to heaven!
And numerous indeed are the hearts to which Christmas brings a brief season of happiness and enjoyment.
Opening her eyes again, and seeing her husband's face across the table, she leaned forward to give it a pat on the cheek, and sat down to supper, declaring it to be the best face in the world.
a most excellent man, though I could have wished his trousers not quite so tight in some places and not quite so loose in others.
I verily believe that her not remembering and not minding in the least, made me cry again, inwardly - and that is the sharpest crying of all.
We went our several ways," said Lady Dedlock, "and had little in common even before we agreed to differ. It is to be regretted, I suppose, but it could not be helped.
The secret was such an old one now, had so grown into me and become a part of myself, that I could not tear it away.
This is the even-handed dealing of the world!" he said. "There is noth-ing on which it is so hard as poverty; and there is nothing it professes tocondemn with such severity as the pursuit of wealth!
We part with tender relations stretching far behind us, that never can be exactly renewed, and with others dawning - yet before us.
Couldn't we even argue that it is because men are unequal that they have that much more need to be brothers?
There was never a nation that became great until it came to the knowledge that it had nowhere in the world to go for help.
There is no such thing as absolute value in this world. You can only estimate what a thing is worth to you.
I know that unremitting attention to business is the price of success, but I don't know what success is.
Hoeing in the garden on a bright, soft May day, when you are not obligated to, is nearly equal to the delight of going trouting.
The world is full of poetry as the earth is of pay-dirt; one only needs to know how to strike it.
There is life in the ground; it goes into the seeds and also when it is stirred up goes into the man who stirs it.
There is no beauty like that which was spoiled by an accident; no accomplishments and graces are so to be envied as those that circumstances rudely hindered the development of.
Plots are no more exhausted than men are. Every man is a new creation, and combinations are simply endless.
Snobbery, being an aspiring failing, is sometimes the prophecy of better things.