It is a melancholy truth that even great men have their poor relations.
This was my only and my constant comfort. When I think of it, the picture always rises in my mind, of a summer evening, the boys at play in the churchyard, and I sitting on my bed, reading as if for l...
There was a gay fiction among us that we were constantly enjoying ourselves, and a skeleton truth that we never did. To the best of my belief, our case was in the last respect a rather common one.
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
So new to him, she muttered, so old to me; so strange to him, so familiar to me; so melancholy to both of us!...
Of little worth as life is when we misuse it, it is worth that effort. It would cost nothing to lay down if it were not.
Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.
My meaning simply is, that whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do well; that whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself to completely; that in great ai...
Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures, hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?
Liberty, equality, fraternity, or death; - the last, much the easiest to bestow, O Guillotine!
It opens the lungs, washes the countenance, exercises the eyes, and softens down the temper, said Mr. Bumble. So cry away.
I know enough of the world now to have almost lost the capacity of being much surprised by anything
I have always thought of Christmastime, when it has come round...as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and w...
He was consious of a thousand odours floating in the air, each one connected with a thousand thoughts, and hopes, and joys, and cares, long, long, forgotten.
He knew enough of the world to know that there is nothing in it better than the faithful service of the heart.
For the rest of his life, Oliver Twist remembers a single word of blessing spoken to him by another child because this word stood out so strikingly from the consistent discouragement around him.
Estella was the inspiration of it, and the heart of it, of course. But, though she had taken such strong possession of me, though my fancy and my hope were so set upon her, though her influence on my...
Drive him fast to his tomb. This, from Jacques.
Whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do it well; whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself completely; in great aims and in small I have always thoroug...
He was too well accustomed to suffering, and had suffered too much where he was, to bewail the prospect of change very severely.