It is no worse, because I write of it. It would be no better, if I stopped my most unwilling hand. It is done. Nothing can undo it; nothing can make it otherwise than as it was. ~ David Copperfield
Quotes
“Please, sir, he’s weeding the
“Please, sir, he’s weeding the garden,” replied a small voice. To be sure,” said Squeers, by no means disconcerted. “So he is. B-o-t, bot, t-i-n, tin, bottin, n-e-y, ney, bottinney, noun substantive, a knowledge of plants. When he has learned that bottinney means a knowledge of plants, he goes and knows ’em. That’s our system,Nickleby; what do you think of it?” ~ Nicholas Nickleby
“Because the memory of those
“Because the memory of those who lie below, passes away so soon. At first they tend them, morning, noon, and night; they soon begin to come less frequently; from once a day, to once a week; from once a week to once a month; then, at long and uncertain intervals; then, not at all. Such tokens seldom flourish long. I have known the briefest summer flowers outlive them” ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
But, tears were not the
But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble’s soul; his heart was waterproof. ~ Oliver Twist
We know Mr. Weller
“We know, Mr. Weller – we, who are men of the world – that a good uniform must work its way with the women, sooner or later.” ~ The Pickwick Papers
It Was One of Those
It was one of those hot, silent nights, when people sit at windows listening for the thunder which they know will shortly break; when they recall dismal tales of hurricanes and earthquakes; and of lonely travellers on open plains, and lonely ships at sea, struck by lightning. ~ Martin Chuzzlewit
The men who learn endurance,
The men who learn endurance, are they who call the whole world, brother. ~ Barnaby Rudge
The last trumpet ever to
The last trumpet ever to be sounded shall blow even algebra to wreck. ~ Hard times
He wore a sprinkling of
He wore a sprinkling of powder upon his head, as if to make himself look benevolent; but if that were his purpose, he would perhaps have done better to powder his countenance also, for there was something in its very wrinkles, and in his cold restless eye, which seemed to tell of cunning that would announce itself in spite of him. ~ Nicholas Nickleby
