Quotes
Quotes - Dickens
Which fiddle-strings is weakness to expredge my nerves this night!
Oh the nerves, the nerves; the mysteries of this machine called man! Oh the little that unhinges it, poor creatures that we are!
Secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster.
It's a wery remarkable circumstance, sir," said Sam, "that poverty and oysters always seem to go together."
Why then we should drop into poetry.
"And a bird-cage, sir," said Sam. "Veels vithin veels, a prison in a prison."
The next time you go out to a smoking party, young feller, fill your pipe with that 'ere reflection.
He had used the work in its Pickwickian sense . . . he had merely considered him a humbug in a Pickwickian point of view.
In came Mrs. Fezziwig, one vast substantial smile.
Jobling, there are chords in the human mind.
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of Earth, overlaying our hard hearts.
Barkis is willin'!
"When a man says he's willin'," said Mr. Barkis, "it's as much as to say, that man's a-waitin' for a answer."
There is nothing good or evil save in the will.
The wind's in the east. . . . I am always conscious of an uncomfortable sensation now and then when the wind is blowing in the east.
"It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass in a broken voice, "it was the salmon."
It's my girl that advises. She has the head. But I never own to it before her. Discipline must be maintained.
"Never see . . . a dead post-boy, did you?" inquired Sam. . . . "No," rejoined Bob, "I never did." "No!" rejoined Sam triumphantly. "Nor never vill; and there's another thing that no man never see, and that's a dead donkey."
