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Charles Dickens Quotes - Page 24

Then I'm sorry to say, I've eat your pie.

Then I'm sorry to say, I've eat your pie.

Charles Dickens (2016). “British Classics: Great Expectations”, p.34, The Planet

Renunciation remains sorrow, though a sorrow borne willingly.

"The Mill on the Floss". Book by Charles Dickens, 1860.

Can I view thee panting, lying On thy stomach, without sighing; Can I unmoved see thee dying On a log Expiring frog!

Charles Dickens (2016). “The Pickwick Papers: The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club”, p.169, Pan Macmillan

The cloud of caring for nothing, which overshadowed him with such a fatal darkness, was very rarely pierced by the light within him.

Charles Dickens (2015). “British Classics: A Tale of Two Cities (Illustrated)”, p.125, The Planet

the sight of me is good for sore eyes

Charles Dickens (2012). “David Copperfield”, p.347, Courier Corporation

... The sun does not shine upon this fair earth to meet frowning eyes, depend upon it.

Charles Dickens (1843). “The life and adventures of Nicholas Nickleby”, p.71

When we have done our very, very best, papa, and that is not enough, then I think the right time must have come for asking help of others.

Charles Dickens, Peter Preston (1998). “The Mystery of Edwin Drood and Other Stories”, p.388, Wordsworth Editions

There is nothing truer than physiognomy, taken in connection with manner.

Charles Dickens (1861). “The Lamplighter's Story; Hunted Down; the Detective Police; and Other Nouvellettes”, p.21

Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world.

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.91

Circumstances may accumulate so strongly even against an innocent man, that directed, sharpened, and pointed, they may slay him.

CHARLES DICKENS (1871). “THE MYSTERY OF EDWIN DROOD, MASTER HUMPHREY'S CLOCK, AND SKETCHES BY "BOZ".”, p.122