Women can always put things in fewest words. Except when it's blowing up; and then they lengthens it out.
Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.
One should never be ashamed to cry. Tears are rain on the dust of earth.
Marley was dead, to begin with ... This must be distintly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate.
Janet! Donkeys!
He went to the church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and for, and patted the children on the head, and questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of homes...
Bleak, dark, and piercing cold, it was a night for the well-housed and fed to draw round the bright fire, and thank God they were at home; and for the homeless starving wretch to lay him down and die....
And how did little Tim behave? asked Mrs Cratchit, when she had rallied Bob on his credulity and Bob had hugged his daughter to his heart’s content. As good as gold, said Bob, and better. Somehow he g...
All partings foreshadow the great final one.
Christmas time! That man must be a misanthrope indeed, in whose breast something like a jovial feeling is not roused - in whose mind some pleasant associations are not awakened - by the recurrence of...
Minds like bodies will often fall into a pimpled ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.
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...
I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.
This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy.
I must do something or I shall wear my heart away...
Home is a name, a word, it is a strong one stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit ever answered to, in the strongest conjuration.
You must know,’ said Estella, condescending to me as a beautiful and brilliant woman might, ‘that I have no heart—if that has anything to do with my memory.’ I got through some jargon to the effect th...
Yes. He is quite a good fellow - nobody's enemy but his own.
Why, Mrs. Piper has a good deal to say, chiefly in parentheses and without punctuation, but not much to tell.
While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were in our breasts, and near our hearts, flow from us to the eternal sea.