Quotes from Charles Dickens

I was not happy; but, thus far, I had faithfully set the seal upon the Past, and, thinking of her, pointing upward, thought of her as pointing to that sky above me, where, in the mystery to come, I might yet love her with a love unknown on earth, and tell her what the strife had been within me when I loved her here.

I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul...A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.

could not help sometimes comparing the bright house with the faded dreary place out of which it had arisen, and wondering when, in any shape, it would begin to be a home;

put his foot where he cannot see the ground.

It is remarkable that what we call the world, which is so very credulous in what professes to be true, is most incredulous in what professes to be imaginary; and that, while, every day in real life, it will allow in one man no blemishes, and in another no virtues, it will seldom admit a very strongly-marked character, either good or bad, in a fictitious narrative, to be within the limits of probability.

In der kleinen Welt, in der das Leben von Kindern stattfindet, unabhängig davon, wer sie aufzieht, wird nichts so deutlich wahrgenommen und so deutlich gespürt wie Ungerechtigkeit. Die Ungerechtigkeit, die dem Kind widerfährt, mag nur eine Kleinigkeit sein, doch das Kind ist klein und seine Welt ist klein und sein Schaukelpferd ist im Verhältnis gesehen kaum kleiner als ein großes starkknochiges Jagdpferd.

I loved Joe - perhaps for no better reason in those early days than because the dear fellow let me love him

Once more, the mists were rising as I walked away. If they disclosed to me, as I suspect they did, that I should not come back, and that Biddy was quite right, all I can say is—they were quite right too.

Si nos detenemos cada vez que oímos dar con el pie en alguna puerta a esa viajera que nunca se detiene, no haríamos mucho ruido en el mundo. ¡No! ¡Adelante! Por los malos caminos si no hay otros, por los buenos si se puede; pero ¡adelante! Saltemos por encima de todos los obstáculos para llegar a la meta.

Occasionally, the smoke came rolling down the chimney as though it could not bear to go out into such a night;

My poor girl, you have not been very well taught how to make a home for your husband, but unless you mean with all your heart to strive to do it, you had better murder him than marry him — if you really love him.

that the plain rule is to do nothing in the dark, to be a party to nothing underhanded or mysterious, and never to put his foot where he cannot see the ground.

I will not allow anybody to interfere," said Mrs. Pocket. "I am surprised, Matthew, that you should expose me to the affront of interference.

In a word I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong. I had had no intercourse with the world at that time, and I imitated none of its many inhabitants who act in this manner. Quite an untaught genius, I mad the discovery of the line of action for myself.

It was pleasant to observe that Mrs. Wemmick no longer unwound Wemmick's arm when it adapted itself to her figure, but sat in a high-backed chair against the wall, like a violoncello in its case, and submitted to be embraced as that melodious instrument might have done.

It's a gloomy thing, however, to talk about one's own past, with the day breaking.

The contention came, after all, to this - 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.

La aldea tenía una pobre calle, una pobre fábrica de cerveza, una pobre curtiduría, una pobre taberna, un pobre establo donde se albergaban los caballos de posta, una pobre fuente y pobres habitantes.

these old people—there's no trusting them, Fred. There's an aunt of mind down in Dorsetshire that was going to die when I was eight years old, and hasn't kept her word yet. They're so aggravating, so unprincipled, so spiteful—unless there's apoplexy in the family, Fred, you can't calculate upon 'em, and even then they deceive you just as often as not.

I have said that Caleb and his poor Blind Daughter lived here. I should have said that Caleb lived here, and his poor Blind Daughter somewhere else - in an enchanted home of Caleb's furnishing, where scarcity and shabbiness were not, and trouble never entered. Caleb was no sorcerer, but in the only magic art that still remains to us, the magic of devoted, deathless love, Nature had been the mistress of his study; and from her teaching, all the wonder came.

No less a question than this: Whether he should allow himself to fall in love with Pet?

It made my heart ache to think of this miserable trifling, in the streets of a city where every stone seemed to call to me, as I walked along, 'Turn this way, man, and see what waits to be done!' So I decoyed myself into another train of thought to ease my heart.

Dombey was about eight-and-forty years of age. Son about eight-and-forty minutes.

like many fond parents, I have in my heart of hearts a favourite child. And his name is DAVID COPPERFIELD.