He was a very young boy; quite a little child. His hair still hung in curls about his face, and his eyes were very bright; but their light was of Heaven, not earth. ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
“Can you suppose there’s any
“Can you suppose there’s any harm in looking as cheerful and being as cheerful as our poor circumstances will permit?” ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
Death of Each Day’s Hope
From the death of each day’s hope another hope sprung up to live to-morrow. ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
Conscience Is an Elastic and Very Flexible Article
In the majority of cases, conscience is an elastic and very flexible article. ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
“Death doesn’t change us more
“Death doesn’t change us more than life.” ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
He had a cringing manner,
He had a cringing manner, but a very harsh voice; and his blandest smiles were so extremely forbidding, that to have had his company under the least repulsive circumstances, one would have wished him to be out of temper that he might only scowl. ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
Anything that makes a noise
Anything that makes a noise is satisfactory to a crowd. ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
The haggard aspect of the
The haggard aspect of the little old man was wonderfully suited to the place; he might have groped among old churches and tombs and deserted houses and gathered all the spoils with his own hands. There was nothing in the whole collection but was in keeping with himself nothing that looked older or more worn than he. ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
The Voices in the Waves
And the voices in the waves are always whispering to Florence, in their ceaseless murmuring, of love – of love, eternal and illimitable, not bounded by the confines of this world, or by the end of time, but ranging still, beyond the sea, beyond the sky, to the invisible country far away! ~ Dombey and Son
It was a foggy day
It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking; inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither. ~ Our Mutual Friend
