Weather

Charles Dickens quotations on the theme of Weather.

 

Charles Dickens (1812 – 1870) was one of the foremost writers from the Victorian era and remains a popular widely-read author today. During his lifetime he produced 15 novels, five novellas, and a large number of shorter stories and essays. He wrote from personal experiences and concerned himself with a number of contemporary social issues whilst supporting numerous charitable causes, giving assistance in time, money or personal effort. Our archive of over 475 Charles Dickens quotations are organised by both source material, i.e. the work or speech in which it originally appeared, and also grouped thematically. In this archive, we have collected quotations from Charles Dickens works on the theme of Weather.


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The heat is intense this afternoon, and the people, of whom there are additional parties arriving every moment, look as warm as the tables which have been recently painted, and have the appearance of being red-hot.

Charles Dickens Sketches by Boz Quotations. The heat is intense this afternoon, and the people, of whom there are additional parties arriving every moment, look as warm as the tables which have been recently painted, and have the appearance of being red-hot.

2019-04-16T22:09:04+01:00Categories: Sketches by Boz|Tags: , |

The weather is dull and wet, and the long lines of street lamps are blurred, as if we saw them through tears.

The weather is dull and wet, and the long lines of street lamps are blurred, as if we saw them through tears.

The weather is so very bad down in Lincolnshire that the liveliest imagination can scarcely apprehend its ever being fine again.

The weather is so very bad down in Lincolnshire that the liveliest imagination can scarcely apprehend its ever being fine again.

2019-04-14T09:03:28+01:00Categories: Bleak House|Tags: |

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

Charles Dickens Great Expectations Quotations (Chapter 54). It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

2019-04-11T07:08:12+01:00Categories: Great Expectations|Tags: |

Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city.

Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled among the tiers of shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city.

Down in the west the setting sun had left a streak of fiery red, which glared upon the desolation for an instant, like a sullen eye, and frowning lower, lower, lower yet, was lost in the thick gloom of darkest night.

Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol Quotations (Stave 3). Down in the west the setting sun had left a streak of fiery red, which glared upon the desolation for an instant, like a sullen eye, and frowning lower, lower, lower yet, was lost in the thick gloom of darkest night.

2019-05-29T22:20:49+01:00Categories: A Christmas Carol|Tags: |

Once upon a time—of all the good days in the year, on Christmas Eve—old Scrooge sat busy in his counting-house. It was cold, bleak, biting weather: foggy withal: and he could hear the people in the court outside, go wheezing up and down, beating their hands upon their breasts, and stamping their feet upon the pavement stones to warm them.

Charles Dickens A Christmas Carol quotations (Stave 1). Once upon a time—of all the good days in the year, on Christmas Eve—old Scrooge sat busy in his counting-house. It was cold, bleak, biting weather: foggy withal: and he could hear the people in the court outside, go wheezing up and down, beating their hands upon their breasts, and stamping their feet upon the pavement stones to warm them.

2019-05-29T21:37:42+01:00Categories: A Christmas Carol|Tags: , |

It was a hot summer night; and the air of Field Lane and Saffron Hill was not improved by such weather, nor were the people in those streets very sober or honest company.

It was a hot summer night; and the air of Field Lane and Saffron Hill was not improved by such weather, nor were the people in those streets very sober or honest company.

2019-01-07T16:47:00+01:00Categories: Letters to Newspapers|Tags: , |