Charles Dickens Quotations Archive.

It is a hopeless endeavour to attract people to a theatre unless they can be first brought to believe that they will never get into it.

It is a hopeless endeavour to attract people to a theatre unless they can be first brought to believe that they will never get into it.

2019-04-24T12:55:39+01:00Categories: Nicholas Nickleby|Tags: |

The little narrow, crooked town of Dover hid itself away from the beach, and ran its head into the chalk cliffs, like a marine ostrich.

The little narrow, crooked town of Dover hid itself away from the beach, and ran its head into the chalk cliffs, like a marine ostrich.

2019-04-14T13:51:49+01:00Categories: A Tale of Two Cities|Tags: |

And yet I love him. I love him so much, and so dearly, that when I sometimes think my life may be but a weary one, I am proud of it and glad of it. I am proud and glad to suffer something for him, even though it is of no service to him, and he will never know of it or care for it.

And yet I love him. I love him so much, and so dearly, that when I sometimes think my life may be but a weary one, I am proud of it and glad of it. I am proud and glad to suffer something for him, even though it is of no service to him, and he will never know of it or care for it.

2019-04-13T11:28:12+01:00Categories: Our Mutual Friend|Tags: |

Alleys and archways, like so many cesspools, disgorged their offences of smell, and dirt, and life, upon the straggling streets; and the whole quarter reeked with crime, with filth, and misery.

Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol Quotations (Stave 4). Alleys and archways, like so many cesspools, disgorged their offences of smell, and dirt, and life, upon the straggling streets; and the whole quarter reeked with crime, with filth, and misery.

Leaving the business to take care of itself, as it seems to have made up its mind not to take care of me.

Leaving the business to take care of itself, as it seems to have made up its mind not to take care of me.

2019-04-27T17:19:30+01:00Categories: The Pickwick Papers|Tags: |

May not the complaint, that common people are above their station, often take its rise in the fact of uncommon people being below theirs?

May not the complaint, that common people are above their station, often take its rise in the fact of uncommon people being below theirs?

2019-04-24T12:55:54+01:00Categories: Nicholas Nickleby|Tags: |

Both ladies had trembled very much, and been marvellously polite – certain indications that they were within an inch of a very desperate quarrel.

Both ladies had trembled very much, and been marvellously polite – certain indications that they were within an inch of a very desperate quarrel.

2019-04-24T12:55:58+01:00Categories: Nicholas Nickleby|Tags: , |

Poetry’s unnat’ral; no man ever talked poetry ‘cept a beadle on boxin’-day, or Warren’s blackin’, or Rowland’s oil, or some of them low fellows; never you let yourself down to talk poetry.

Poetry’s unnat’ral; no man ever talked poetry ‘cept a beadle on boxin’-day, or Warren’s blackin’, or Rowland’s oil, or some of them low fellows; never you let yourself down to talk poetry.

2019-04-27T17:19:25+01:00Categories: The Pickwick Papers|Tags: |