Quotes from Charles Dickens

"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.

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!

Never sign a valentine with your own name.

You have no idea what it is to have anybody wonderful fond of you, unless you have been got down and rolled upon by the lonely feelings that I have mentioned as having once got the better of me.

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.

The life of Shakespeare is a fine mystery and I tremble every day lest something turn up.

Please, sir, I want some more.

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.

I have known a vast quantity of nonsense talked about bad men not looking you in the face. Don't trust that conventional idea. Dishonesty will stare honesty out of countenance, any day in the week, if there is anything to be got by it.

I have known him (Micawber) come home to supper with a flood of tears, and a declaration that nothing was now left but a jail; and go to bed making a calculation of the expense of putting bow-windows to the house, "in case anything turned up," which was his favorite expression.

He has gone to the demnition bow-wows.

Once a gentleman, always a gentleman.

This is a world of action, and not for moping and droning in.

'Umble we are, 'umble we have been, 'umble we shall ever be.

Thus violent deeds live after men upon the earth, and traces of war and bloodshed will survive in mournful shapes long after those who worked the desolation are but atoms of earth themselves.

If there were no bad people, there would be no good lawyers.

"If the law supposes that," said Mr. Bumble, "the law is a ass, a idiot."

Time is the greatest and longest-established spinner of all. ... His factory is a secret place, his work noiseless, and his hands are mutes.

He had but one eye, and the pocket of prejudice runs in favour of two.

Any man may be in good spirits and good temper when he's well dressed. There ain't much credit in that.