Quotes
Quotes - Dickens
Minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.
Subdue your appetites, my dears, and you've conquered human nature.
Accidents will occur in the best regulated families.
Accidents will occur in the best-regulated families.
This is a world of action, and not for moping and droning in.
A man who could build a church, as one may say, by squinting at a sheet of paper.
"If the law supposes that," said Mr. Bumble, "the law is an ass, a idiot."
Anyone who considers arithmetical methods of producing random digits is, of course, in a state of sin.
God bless us every one.
Mrs. Crupp had indignantly assured him that there wasn't room to swing a cat there; but as Mr. Dick justly observed to me, sitting down on the foot of the bed, nursing his leg, "You know, Trotwood, I don't want to swing a cat. I never do swing a cat. Therefore what does that signify to me?"
I feel an earnest and humble desire, and shall till I die, to increase the stock of harmless cheerfulness.
Circumstances beyond my individual control.
Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true.
Hallo! A great deal of steam! the pudding was out of the copper. A smell like a washing-day! That was the cloth. A smell like an eating-house and a pastrycook's next door to each other, with a laundress's next door to that. That was the pudding.
A person who can't pay, gets another person who can't pay, to guarantee that he can pay.
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than anything I have ever done; it is a far, far, better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.
When I got up to the Peacock--where I found everybody drinking hot punch in self-preservation.
"Wery good power o' suction, Sammy," said Mr. Weller the elder. . . . "You'd ha' made an uncommon fine oyster, Sammy, if you'd been born in that station o' life."
A friendly swarry, consisting of a boiled leg of mutton with the usual trimmings.
I have known him [Micawber] come home to supper with a flood of tears, and a declaration that nothing was now left but a jail; and go to bed making a calculation of the expense of putting bow-windows to the house, "in case anything turned up," which was his favorite expression.
With affection beaming in one eye and calculation shining out of the other.
He has gone to the demnition bow-wows.
I never will desert Mr. Micawber.
Fan the sinking flame of hilarity with the wing of friendship; and pass the rosy wine.
