“I wish you could make a friend of me, Lizzie. Do you think you could? I have no more of what they call character, my dear, than a canary-bird, but I know I am trustworthy.” ~ Our Mutual Friend
Quotes
When the sounds that had
When the sounds that had arisen with the shadows, and come out of their lurking-places at the twilight summons, seemed to make a deeper stillness all about him. When the wind was rumbling in the chimney, and sometimes crooning, sometimes howling, in the house. When the old trees outside were so shaken and beaten, that one querulous old rook, unable to sleep, protested now and then, in a feeble, dozy, high-up “Caw!” When, at intervals, the window trembled, the rusty vane upon the turret-top complained, the clock beneath it recorded that another quarter of an hour was gone, or the fire collapsed and fell in with a rattle. ~ The Haunted Man
“If I wanted to have
“If I wanted to have all the bells in a house ring, with nobody to ring ’em; and all the doors in a house bang, with nobody to bang ’em; and all sorts of feet treading about, with no feet there; why, then,” said the landlord, “I’d sleep in that house.” ~ The Haunted House
No one who can read,
No one who can read, ever looks at a book, even unopened on a shelf, like one who cannot. ~ Our Mutual Friend
“We must leave the discovery
“We must leave the discovery of this mystery, like all others, to time, and accident, and Heaven’s pleasure.” ~ Barnaby Rudge
It is an old prerogative
It is an old prerogative of kings to govern everything but their passions. ~ The Pickwick Papers
The clouds were drifting over
The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed: at one time wholly obscuring her: at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendour and shed her light on all the objects around: anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness. ~ The Pickwick Papers
“Then spare my life for
“Then spare my life for the love of Heaven, as I spared yours,” rejoined the girl, clinging to him. “Bill, dear Bill, you cannot have the heart to kill me. Oh! think of all I have given up, only this one night, for you. You SHALL have time to think, and save yourself this crime; I will not loose my hold, you cannot throw me off. Bill, Bill, for dear God’s sake, for your own, for mine, stop before you spill my blood! I have been true to you, upon my guilty soul I have!” ~ Oliver Twist
Night, like a giant, fills
Night, like a giant, fills the church, from pavement to roof, and holds dominion through the silent hours. Pale dawn again comes peeping through the windows: and, giving place to day, sees night withdraw into the vaults, and follows it, and drives it out, and hides among the dead. ~ Dombey and Son
There are dark shadows on
There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast. ~ The Pickwick Papers
