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Dickens writes that an event, began to be forgotten, as most affairs are, when wonder, having no fresh food to support it, dies away of itself.

Dickens writes that an event, "began to be forgotten, as most affairs are, when wonder, having no fresh food to support it, dies away of itself.

Charles Dickens
Writing, Support, Events

He appeared to enjoy beyond everything the sound of his own voice. I couldn't wonder at that, for it was mellow and full and gave great importance to every word he uttered. He listened to himself with obvious satisfaction and sometimes gently beat time to his own music with his head or rounded a sentence with his hand.

Charles Dickens
Funny, Humorous, Hands
Charles Dickens (1853). “Bleak House”, p.15

Change begets change. Nothing propagates so fast.

Charles Dickens
Change, Words Of Wisdom, Begets
Charles Dickens (2009). “The Complete Works of Charles Dickens: Martin Chuzzlewit, Vol. I”, p.310, Cosimo, Inc.

Never sign a valentine with your own name.

Charles Dickens
Love, Valentine, Heart

... she indulged in melancholy - that cheapest and most accessible of luxuries.

Charles Dickens
Inspirational, Luxury, Melancholy
Charles Dickens (1858). “Dombey and Son ... With frontispiece by H. K. Browne”, p.68

I am not old, but my young way was never the way to age.

Charles Dickens
Age, Way, Young
Charles Dickens (1873). “Tale of Two Cities”, p.198

Make them laugh, make them cry, make them wait.

Charles Dickens
Laughing, Waiting, Cry

My life is one demd horrid grind.

Charles Dickens
Life, Life Is, Grind
'Nicholas Nickleby' (1839) ch. 64 (Mr Mantalini)

Of little worth as life is when we misuse it, it is worth that effort. It would cost nothing to lay down if it were not.

Charles Dickens
Effort, Cost, Littles
Charles Dickens, General Press (2016). “A Tale of Two Cities: A Story of the French Revolution”, p.307, GENERAL PRESS

People like us don't go out at night cause people like them see us for what we are

Charles Dickens
Night, People, Causes

Now I am in the garden at the back . . . a very preserve of butterflies as I remember it, with a high fence, and a gate . . . where the fruit clusters on the trees, riper and richer than fruit has ever been since, in any other garden, and where my mother gathers some in a basket while I stand by, bolting furtive gooseberries, and trying to look unnerved.

Charles Dickens
Mother, Butterfly, Garden
Charles Dickens (1867). “Charles Dickens's works. Charles Dickens ed. [18 vols. of a 21 vol. set. Wanting A child's history of England; Christmas stories; The mystery of Edwin Drood].”, p.10

There is probably a smell of roasted chestnuts and other good comfortable things all the time, for we are telling Winter Stories - Ghost Stories, or more shame for us - round the Christmas fire; and we have never stirred, except to draw a little nearer to it.

Charles Dickens
Winter, Smell, Ghost Stories
Charles Dickens (1868). “Christmas Stories from "Household Words" and "All the Year Round"”, p.11

... Waiter! raw beef-steak for the gentleman's eye,-nothing like raw beef-steak for a bruise, sir; cold lamp-post very good, but lamp-post inconvenient-damned odd standing in the open street half-an-hour, with your eye against a lamp.

Charles Dickens
Funny, Humorous, Eye
Charles Dickens (2015). “The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, Volume 1 (of 2) (Illustrations)”, p.10, E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY

But, in this separation I associate you only with the good and I will faithfully hold you to that always, for you have done far more good than harm, let me feel now what sharp distress I may.

Charles Dickens
Great Expectations, Done, May
Charles Dickens (2010). “Pip and the Zombies”, p.192, Lulu.com

Let me feel now what sharp distress I may.

Charles Dickens
Great Expectations, May, Let Me
Charles Dickens (1862). “Great Expectations”, p.387

I stole her heart away and put ice in its place.

Charles Dickens
Heart, Ice, Miss Havisham
Charles Dickens (1881). “Great Expectations”, p.436

The weathercocks on spires and housetops were mysterious with hints of stormy wind, and pointed, like so many ghostly fingers, out to dangerous seas, where fragments of great wrecks were drifting, perhaps, and helpless men were rocked upon them into a sleep as deep as the unfathomable waters.

Charles Dickens
Sleep, Men, Wind
Charles Dickens (1867). “Charles Dickens's works. Charles Dickens ed. [18 vols. of a 21 vol. set. Wanting A child's history of England; Christmas stories; The mystery of Edwin Drood].”, p.202

Look round and round upon this bare bleak plain, and see even here, upon a winter's day, how beautiful the shadows are! Alas! It is the nature of their kind to be so. The loveliest things in life... are but shadows; and they come and go, and change and fade away, as rapidly as these.

Charles Dickens
Beautiful, Nature, Winter
Charles Dickens (1867). “The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit”, p.125

If I may ride with you, Citizen Evremonde, will you let me hold your hand? I am not afraid, but I am little and weak, and it will give me more courage." As the patient eyes were lifted to his face, he saw a sudden doubt in them, and then astonishment. He pressed the work-worn, hunger-worn young fingers, and touched his lips. "Are you dying for him?" she whispered. "And his wife and child. Hush! Yes." "Oh, you will let me hold your brave hand, stranger?" "Hush! Yes, my poor sister; to the last.

Charles Dickens
Children, Eye, Hands

The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I love her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection.

Charles Dickens
Men, Perfection, Great Expectations
Charles Dickens (2010). “Great Expectations: With an Introduction and Contemporary Criticism”, p.280, Ignatius Press

I made a compact with myself that in my person literature should stand by itself, of itself, and for itself.

Charles Dickens
Literature, Made, Should
Charles Dickens (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)”, p.14179, Delphi Classics

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

Charles Dickens
Funny, Humorous, Men
'Martin Chuzzlewit' (1844) ch. 5 (Mark Tapley)

You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!

Charles Dickens
Scrooge, Beef, May
A Christmas Carol stave 1 (1843)

Other sound than the owl's voice there was none, save the falling of a fountain into its stone basin; for, it was one of those dark nights that hold their breath by the hour together, and then heave a long low sigh, and hold their breath again.

Charles Dickens
Fall, Dark, Night
Charles Dickens (2015). “British Classics: A Tale of Two Cities (Illustrated)”, p.101, The Planet

God bless us every one! said Tiny Tim, the last of all.

Charles Dickens
God, Lasts, Tiny
A Christmas Carol stave 3 (1843)

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