“Madam,” replied Mr. Micawber, “it is my intention to register such a vow on the virgin page of the future.” ~ David Copperfield
“I went away, dear Agnes,
“I went away, dear Agnes, loving you. I stayed away, loving you. I returned home, loving you!” ~ David Copperfield
“As I think I told
“As I think I told you once before,” said I, “it is you who have been, in your greed and cunning, against all the world. It may be profitable to you to reflect, in future, that there never were greed and cunning in the world yet, that did not do too much, and overreach themselves. It is as certain as death.” ~ David Copperfield
“All I would say is,
“All I would say is, that I can go abroad without your family coming forward to favour me, – in short, with a parting Shove of their cold shoulders; and that, upon the whole, I would rather leave England with such impetus as I possess, than derive any acceleration of it from that quarter.” ~ David Copperfield
“What such people miscall their
“What such people miscall their religion, is a vent for their bad humours and arrogance.” ~ David Copperfield
I Had Considered How the Things That Never Happen
I had considered how the things that never happen, are often as much realities to us, in their effects, as those that are accomplished. ~ David Copperfield
It was a murky confusion
It was a murky confusion – here and there blotted with a colour like the colour of the smoke from damp fuel – of flying clouds, tossed up into most remarkable heaps, suggesting greater heights in the clouds than there were depths below them to the bottom of the deepest hollows in the earth, through which the wild moon seemed to plunge headlong, as if, in a dread disturbance of the laws of nature, she had lost her way and were frightened. ~ David Copperfield
When we came within sight
When we came within sight of the sea, the waves on the horizon, caught at intervals above the rolling abyss, were like glimpses of another shore with towers and buildings. ~ David Copperfield
The rooks were sailing about
The rooks were sailing about the cathedral towers; and the towers themselves, overlooking many a long unaltered mile of the rich country and its pleasant streams, were cutting the bright morning air, as if there were no such thing as change on earth. Yet the bells, when they sounded, told me sorrowfully of change in everything; told me of their own age, and my pretty Dora’s youth; and of the many, never old, who had lived and loved and died, while the reverberations of the bells had hummed through the rusty armour of the Black Prince hanging up within, and, motes upon the deep of Time, had lost themselves in air, as circles do in water. ~ David Copperfield
What is natural in me,
What is natural in me, is natural in many other men, I infer, and so I am not afraid to write that I never had loved Steerforth better than when the ties that bound me to him were broken. In the keen distress of the discovery of his unworthiness, I thought more of all that was brilliant in him, I softened more towards all that was good in him, I did more justice to the qualities that might have made him a man of a noble nature and a great name, than ever I had done in the height of my devotion to him. ~ David Copperfield
