"Never, never, before Heaven, have I thought of you but as the single, bright, pure, blessed recollection of my boyhood and my youth. Never have I from the first, and never shall I to the last, regard your part in my life, but as something sacred, never to be lightly thought of, never to be esteemed enough, never, until death, to be forgotten." ~ Dombey and Son
Quotes
With throbbing veins and burning
With throbbing veins and burning skin, eyes wild and heavy, thoughts hurried and disordered, he felt as though the light were a reproach, and shrunk involuntarily from the day as if he were some foul and hideous thing. ~ Nicholas Nickleby
Up the two terrace flights
Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly, and beat at the great door, like a swift messenger rousing those within. ~ A Tale of Two Cities
Rare Sort of Old Girl
Being that rare sort of old girl that she receives Good to her arms without a hint that it might be Better and catches light from any little spot of darkness near her. ~ Bleak House
“If they would rather die,”
“If they would rather die,” said Scrooge, “they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.” ~ A Christmas Carol
“John, I stand at the
“John, I stand at the gangway here, to see every soul on board safe over the side. You shall have the next post of honour, and shall be the last but one to leave the ship. Bring up the passengers, and range them behind me; and put what provision and water you can got at, in the boats. Cast your eye for’ard, John, and you’ll see you have not a moment to lose.” ~ Wreck of the Golden Mary
“If he’s a change, give
“If he’s a change, give me a constancy.” ~ Dombey and Son
Mr. Arthur Clennam took up
Mr. Arthur Clennam took up his hat and buttoned his coat, and walked out. In the country, the rain would have developed a thousand fresh scents, and every drop would have had its bright association with some beautiful form of growth or life. In the city, it developed only foul stale smells, and was a sickly, lukewarm, dirt-stained, wretched addition to the gutters. ~ Little Dorrit
“Bring in the bottled lightning,
“Bring in the bottled lightning, a clean tumbler, and a corkscrew.” ~ Nicholas Nickleby
After that, he drank all
After that, he drank all the rest of the sherry, and Mr. Hubble drank the port, and the two talked (which I have since observed to be customary in such cases) as if they were of quite another race from the deceased, and were notoriously immortal. ~ Great Expectations
