I ate 'umble pie with an appetite. Charles Dickens More Quotes by Charles Dickens More Quotes From Charles Dickens When a man bleeds inwardly, it is a dangerous thing for himself; but when he laughs inwardly, it bodes no good to other people. Charles Dickens laughing men people The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached. Then, from behind a distant hill, the noble sun rose up, driving the mists in phantom shapes before it, and clearing the earth of their ghostly forms till darkness came again. Charles Dickens stars nature morning 'Do you spell it with a 'V' or a 'W'?' inquired the judge. 'That depends upon the taste and fancy of the speller, my Lord'. Charles Dickens fancy taste judging There are strings in the human heart that had better not be vibrated. Charles Dickens emotion literature heart It being a part of Mrs. Pipchin's system not to encourage a child's mind to develop and expand itself like a young flower, but to open it by force like an oyster. Charles Dickens humorous funny children External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty. Charles Dickens rain wind fall Dead, your Majesty. Dead, my lords and gentlemen. Dead, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Dead, men and women, born with Heavenly compassion in your hearts. And dying thus around us every day. Charles Dickens compassion heart men Every traveler has a home of his own, and he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering. Charles Dickens appreciate home travel You are too young to know how the world changes everyday,' said Mrs Creakle, 'and how the people in it pass away. But we all have to learn it, David; some of us when we are young, some of us when we are old, some of us at all times in our lives. Charles Dickens everyday passing-away people The wind is rushing after us, and the clouds are flying after us, and the moon is plunging after us, and the whole wild night is in pursuit of us; but, so far we are pursued by nothing else. Charles Dickens moon clouds night She was too intent upon her work, and too earnest in what she said, and too composed and quiet altogether, to be on the watch for any look he might direct towards her in reply; so the shaft of his ungrateful glance fell harmless, and did not wound her. Charles Dickens ungrateful character interesting Lawyers are shy of meddling with the Law on their own account: knowing it to be an edged tool of uncertain application, very expensive in the working, and rather remarkable for its properties of close shaving than for its always shaving the right person. Charles Dickens shaving knowing law Poetry makes life what lights and music do the stage. Charles Dickens stage light The aim of talk should be like the aim of a flying arrow -- to hit the mark; but to this end there must be a mark to hit, that is, there must be a listener. Charles Dickens arrows flying listening Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own. Charles Dickens autumn nature giving On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels . . . Charles Dickens autumn nature jewels But injustice breeds injustice; the fighting with shadows and being defeated by them necessitates the setting up of substances to combat. Charles Dickens words-of-wisdom shadow fighting The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again. Charles Dickens goodbye relationship friendship All other swindlers upon earth are nothing to the self-swindlers, and with such pretences did I cheat myself. Surely a curious thing. That I should innocently take a bad half-crown of somebody else's manufacture, is reasonable enough; but that I should knowingly reckon the spurious coin of my own make, as good money! Charles Dickens crowns words-of-wisdom self We need be careful how we deal with those about us, when every death carries to some small circle of survivors, thoughts of so much omitted, and so little done- of so many things forgotten, and so many more which might have been repaired! There is no remorse so deep as that which is unavailing; if we would be spared its tortures, let us remember this, in time. Charles Dickens survivor circles needs
