Quotes from Charles Dickens

Ainda sinto um certo afeto pela estrada (embora ela, hoje, não seja tão agradável quanto o era na ocasião), formado pelas impressões de uma juventude cheia de esperanças e que não conhecia ainda as desilusões

No rest, no peace. Incessant torture of remorse.

noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

Hay que tomar las cosas como vienen; eso es lo que tenemos que hacer en esta vida.

Nunca somos mais bem enganados, neste mundo, do que por nós mesmos.

evening, they began to think that although he could never hope to be an Englishman, still it would be hard to visit that affliction on his head. They began to accommodate themselves to his level, calling him 'Mr Baptist,' but treating him like a baby, and laughing immoderately at his lively gestures and his childish English—more,

their national muskets in a most explosive state of readiness, who stopped all comers and goers,

Ama-a, ama-a, ama-a. Se ela favorecer-te, ama-a. Se ela ferir-te, ama-a. Se ela te despedaçar o coração, que à medida que envelhecer e ficar mais forte, sangrará mais, ama-a, ama-a, ama-a!

because, sir, the way I look at it is, that we are all drawing on to the bottom of the hill, whatever age we are, on account of time never standing still for a single moment. So let us always do a kindness, and be over-rejoiced. To be sure!

eighteen years a secret and unaccused prisoner in the Bastille;

I believe, sir,' said Richard Swiveller, taking his pen out of his mouth, 'that you desire to look at these apartments. They are very charming apartments, sir. They command an uninterrupted view of - of over the way, and they are within one minute's walk of - of the corner of the street.

I went to school with this fellow, Lawrence Boythorn," said Mr. Jarndyce, tapping the letter as he laid it on the table, "more than five and forty years ago. He was then the most impetuous boy in the world, and he is now the most impetuous man. He was then the loudest boy in the world, and he is now the loudest man. He was then the heartiest and sturdiest boy in the world, and he is now the heartiest and sturdiest man. He is a tremendous fellow.

On the stairs I encountered Wemmick, who was coming down, after an unsuccessful application of his knuckles to my door.

Went down into a modest life of usefulness and happiness. Went down to give a mother's care, in the fulness of time, to Fanny's neglected children no less than to their own, and to leave that lady going into Society for ever and a day.

Eu vou dizer-te o que é o amor verdadeiro. É o devotamento cego, humilhação de si mesmo sem questionamento, submissão absoluta, é fé e confiança contra si mesmo e contra o mundo inteiro, é entregar-se de corpo e alma ao carrasco... Foi assim que amei!

Un fapt curios, vrednic s? meditezi asupr?-i, e acela c? fiecare f?ptur? omeneasc? a fost astfel alc?tuit? încât s? prezinte o tain? adânc? ?i un mister pentru orice alt? f?ptur?.

I would ask you to believe that he has a heart he very, very seldom reveals and that there are deep wounds in it. My dear, I have seen it bleeding.

her five-and-twentieth blessed birthday, of whom a prophetic private in the Life Guards had heralded the sublime appearance by announcing that arrangements were made for the swallowing up of London and Westminster.

The night was so very sultry, that although they sat with doors and windows open, they were overpowered by heat. When the tea-table was done with, they all moved to one of the windows, and looked out into the heavy twilight. Lucie sat by her father; Darnay sat beside her; Carton leaned against a window. The curtains were long and white, and some of the thunder-gusts that whirled into the corner, caught them up to the ceiling, and waved them like spectral wings.

Heavens knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.

It is the same with all these new countries and wonderful sights. They are very beautiful, and they astonish me, but I am not collected enough—not familiar enough with myself, if you can quite understand what I mean—to have all the pleasure in them that I might have. What I knew before them, blends with them, too, so curiously.

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

A senhora deve saber se sou ou não sou. Sou o que a senhora me fez. Se todos os méritos são seus, a culpa também é; se todos os sucessos são seus, os fracassos também são. Em uma palavra, eu sou isso.

doubtful whether their rays have even yet discovered it, as a point in space where anything is suffered or done: the shadows of the night were broad and black. All through the cold and restless interval, until dawn, they once more whispered in the ears of Mr. Jarvis Lorry—sitting opposite the buried man who had been dug out, and wondering what