Quotes About Dickens

Yes, sir," said I; "him too; late of this parish.

The last burst carried the mail to the summit of the hill.

Volumnia hastens to express her opinion that the shocking people ought to be tried as traitors, and made to support the Party.

Eugene, Eugene, Eugene, this is a bad business!

Oh indeed! Our and the Wilfers' Mutual Friend, my dear.

I'm a devil at a quick mistake, and when I make one it takes the form of Lead.

Uriah gave a kind of snivel. I think to express sympathy.

The mad joy over the prisoners who were saved, had astounded him scarcely less than the mad ferocity against those who were cut to pieces.

Mrs. Crupp had indignantly assured him that there wasn't room to swing a cat there; but as Mr. Dick justly observed to me, [...] "You know, Trotwood, I don't want to swing a cat. I never do swing a cat. Therefore, what does that signify to me!

London and Westminster. Even the Cock-lane ghost had been laid only a round dozen of years, after rapping out its messages, as the spirits

I'm uncommon fond of reading, too." "Are you, Joe?" "On-common. Give me," said Joe, "a good book, or a good newspaper, and sit me down afore a good fire, and I ask no better. Lord!" he continued, after rubbing his knees a little, "when you do come to a J and a O, and says you, 'Here, at last, is a J-O, Joe,' how interesting reading is!" I derived from this, that Joe's education, like Steam, was yet in its infancy.

fishes, that things in general were settled for ever. It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven

The having originated a precaution which was already in course of execution, was a great relief to Miss Pross. The necessity of composing her appearance so that it should attract no special notice in the streets, was another relief. She looked at her watch, and it was twenty minutes past two. She had no time to lose, but must get ready at once.

The picturesque doctor's daughter, Miss Manette.

Yes, Miss Manette is going to be married. But not to an Englishman; to one who, like herself, is French by birth. And speaking of Gaspard (ah, poor Gaspard! It was cruel, cruel!), it is a curious thing that she is going

this particular, as in many others, blustering assertion goes for proof, half over the world.

Clara, are you a perfect fool?

And O what a bright old song it is, that O 'tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round!

Calamity with us, is made an excuse for doing wrong. With them, it is erected into a reason for their doing right. This is really the justice of rich to poor, and I protest against it because it is so.

I fear not yet. It would be dangerous for Charles yet.

I hope,' said Mr. Pickwick, 'that our volatile friend is committing no absurdities in that dickey behind.

You do not know what all around you see in Esther Summerson, how many hearts she touches and awakens, what sacred admiration and what love she wins. --Mr. Woodcourt

He was careless of his life; careless of whether he lived or died, but not actively intent on self harm.

fishes, that things in general were settled for ever. It was the year of Our Lord one thousand seven hundred and seventy-five. Spiritual revelations were conceded to England at that favoured period, as at this.