Quotes from Charles Dickens

Stony One replies, in a general way, 'All right. Everybody knows where to find Durdles, when he's wanted.' Which, if not strictly true, is approximately so, if taken to express that Durdles may always be found in a state of vagabondage somewhere.

If you can't get to be oncommon through going straight, you'll never get to do it through going crooked.

He'd write letters by the ream, if it was a capital offence!

All things ran their course.

It's all very true! It's a weakness to be so affectionate, but I can't help it.

Always the same with you people!

Promises XI. A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII. The Fellow of No Delicacy XIV. The Honest Tradesman

There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast.

From Monday morning until Saturday night, 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!

It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.

A Companion Picture XII. The Fellow of Delicacy XIII.

It was grand to see how the wind awoke, and bent the trees, and drove the rain before it like a cloud of smoke; and to hear the solemn thunder and to see the lightning; and while thinking with awe of the tremendous powers by which our little lives are encompassed, to consider how beneficent they are and how upon the smallest flower and leaf there was already a freshness poured from all this seeming rage which seemed to make creation new again.

that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!

In any of the burial-places of this city through which I pass, is there a sleeper more inscrutable than its busy inhabitants are, in their innermost personality, to me, or than I am to them?

Deus sabe que não há porque nos envergonharmos de nossas lágrimas jamais, pois elas são a chuva que cai sobre a poeira da terra que nos cega (...)

the empty court is locked up. If all the injustice it has committed and all the misery it has caused could only be locked up with it, and the whole burnt away in a great funeral pyre—why

Vogliamo ora congedarci dal nostro vecchio amico in uno di quei rari momenti di felicità perfetta, dei quali, a ben saperli cercare, qualcuno di trova sempre che valga ad allineare la nostra transitoria esistenza terrena. Esistono sulla terra le ombre nere, ma per contrasto le zone luminose appaiono ancora più chiare.

Mr. Wititterly, it should be observed, was accustomed to owe small accounts, and to leave them owing. All men have some little pleasant way of their own; and this was Mr. Wititterly's.

I never thought, when I used to read books, what work it was to write them.... It's work enough to read them sometimes.... As to the writing, it has its own charms.

Having made this lunatic confession, I began to throw my torn-up grass into the river, as if I had some thoughts of following it.

I never saw such curls—how could I, for there never were such curls!—as those she shook out to hide her blushes.

There was nothing of high mark in this. They were not a handsome family; they were not well dressed; their shoes were far from being waterproof; their clothes were scanty; and Peter might have known, and very likely did, the inside of a pawnbroker's. But, they were happy, grateful, pleased with one another, and contented with the time.

Men who are thoroughly false and hollow, seldom try to hide those vices from themselves; and yet in very act of avowing them, they lay claim to the virtues they feign most to despise

When they took a young man into Tellson's London house, they hid him somewhere till he was old. They kept him in a dark place, like a cheese, until he had the full Tellson flavour and blue-mould upon him.