“Nobody near me here, but rats, and they are fine stealthy secret fellows.” ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
Quotes
A moment, and its glory
A moment, and its glory was no more. The sun went down beneath the long dark lines of hill and cloud which piled up in the west an airy city, wall heaped on wall, and battlement on battlement; the light was all withdrawn; the shining church turned cold and dark; the stream forgot to smile; the birds were silent; and the gloom of winter dwelt on everything. ~ Martin Chuzzlewit
“I’m a going to seek
“I’m a going to seek her, fur and wide. If any hurt should come to me, remember that the last words I left for her was, ‘My unchanged love is with my darling child, and I forgive her!'” ~ David Copperfield
“Fan the sinking flame of
“Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine.” ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
“Rich folks may ride on
“Rich folks may ride on camels, but it an’t so easy for ’em to see out of a needle’s eye. That is my comfort, and I hope I knows it.” ~ Martin Chuzzlewit
So, Mr. Chadband–of whom the
So, Mr. Chadband–of whom the persecutors say that it is no wonder he should go on for any length of time uttering such abominable nonsense, but that the wonder rather is that he should ever leave off, having once the audacity to begin–retires into private life until he invests a little capital of supper in the oil-trade. ~ Bleak House
In short, I should have
In short, I should have liked, I do confess, to have had the lightest licence of a child, and yet to have been man enough to know its value. ~ A Christmas Carol
False and subtle men will
False and subtle men will always secretly despise and dislike the object upon which they fawn and always resent the payment and receipt of homage that they know to be worthless. ~ Dombey and Son
The jovial party broke up
The jovial party broke up next morning. Breakings-up are capital things in our school-days, but in after life they are painful enough. Death, self-interest, and fortune’s changes, are every day breaking up many a happy group, and scattering them far and wide; and the boys and girls never come back again. ~ The Pickwick Papers
Arthur Gride, whose bleared
Arthur Gride, whose bleared eyes gloated only over the outward beauties, and were blind to the spirit which reigned within, evinced — a fantastic kind of warmth certainly, but not exactly that kind of warmth of feeling which the contemplation of virtue usually inspires. ~ Nicholas Nickleby
