Quotes About Scrooge

Why did you get married?" said Scrooge. "Because I fell in love." "Because you fell in love!" growled Scrooge,

Se descorrieron esas cortinas y Scrooge, sobresaltado, se incorporó a medias, encontrándose cara a cara con el sobrenatural personaje, tan cerca de él como yo lo estoy de ti, querido lector. Y cuenta que espiritualmente estoy a tu lado.

Bah!" said Scrooge, "Humbug!

Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quoted by the Spirit, and was overcome with penitence and grief.

It was a great surprise to Scrooge, while listening to the moaning of the wind, and thinking what a solemn thing it was to move on through the lonely darkness over an unknown abyss, whose depths were secrets as profound as death – it was a great surprise to Scrooge, while thus engaged, to hear a hearty laugh.

External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty. Foul weather didn't know where to have him. The heaviest rain, and snow, and hail, and sleet, could boast of the advantage over him in only one respect. They often "came down" handsomely, and Scrooge never did.

I don't know what to do!" cried Scrooge, laughing and crying in the same breath, and making a perfect Laocoön of himself with his stockings. "I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a schoolboy. I am as giddy as a

Marley era morto, tanto per cominciare. Non c'era alcun dubbio. Il registro della sua sepoltura era stato firmato dal pastore, dal chierico, dall'impresario delle pompe funebri e dal responsabile della cerimonia funebre. L'aveva firmato anche Scrooge. E il nome di Scrooge alla Borsa era valido per qualsiasi cosa su cui lui decidesse di mettere mano. Il vecchio Marley era morto come il chiodo di una porta.

Normally, I have to be dragged kicking and screaming into the festive spirit. I'm not a Scrooge. But when I was growing up, Christmas didn't begin until mid-December.

It's Christmas again, time to celebrate the transformation of Ebenezer Scrooge. You know the ritual: boo the curmudgeon initially encountered in Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol, then cheer the sweetie pie he becomes in the end. It's too bad no one notices that the curmudgeon had a point -- quite a few points, in fact.

The only question that I wanted to ask the darkness was the one question Scrooge had also wanted an answer to: "'Are these the shadows of the things that Will be or are they shadows of the things that May be, only?'" But the Ghost of the Future was not answering.

that wonderful name Scrooge - a combination of screw and gouge... The idea of Scrooge as the ultimate miser, the ultimate loner, who had no feelings for the rest of humanity, except just for how much money he would make out of them...