Explore Quotes by Charles Dickens

If ever household affections and loves are graceful things, they are graceful in the poor. The ties that bind the wealthy and the proud to home may be forged on earth, but those which link the poor man to his humble hearth are of the true metal and bear the stamp of heaven.

Repression is the only lasting philosophy. The dark deference of fear and slavery, my friend, will keep the dogs obedient to the whip, as long as this roof shuts out the sky.

You should know," said Estella. "I am what you have made me. Take all the praise, take all the blame; take all the success, take all the failure; in short, take me.

Champagne is simply one of the elegant extras of life.

All of us have wonders hidden in our breasts, only needing circumstances to evoke them.

Remembrance, like a candle, burns brightest at Christmastime.

Change begets change. Nothing propagates so fast.

Change begets change. Nothing propagates so fast. If a man habituated to a narrow circle of cares and pleasures, out of which he seldom travels, step beyond it, though for never so brief a space, his departure from the monotonous scene on which he has been an actor of importance would seem to be the signal for instant confusion. The mine which Time has slowly dug beneath familiar objects is sprung in an instant; and what was rock before, becomes but sand and dust.

Change begets change.

Industry is the soul of business and the keystone of prosperity.

When I have come to you, at last (as I have always done), I have come to peace and happiness. I come home, now, like a tired traveller, and find such a blessed sense of rest!

Come, let's be a comfortable couple and take care of each other! How glad we shall be, that we have somebody we are fond of always, to talk to and sit with.

One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it's left behind.

The universe, he observed, makes rather an indifferent parent, I am afraid.

What is peace? Is it war? No. Is it strife? No. Is it lovely, and gentle, and beautiful, and pleasant, and serene, and joyful? O yes!

Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own.

Love is not a feeling to pass away_x000D__x000D_Like the balmy breath of a Summer's day......._x000D__x000D_Love is not a passion of earthly mould_x000D__x000D_As a thirst for honour, or fame, or gold

My life is one demd horrid grind.

They don't mind it: its a reg'lar holiday to them - all porter and skittles.

Accidentally consumed five biscuits when I wasn't paying attention. Those biscuits are wily fellows - they leap in like sugary ninjas

But I am sure that I have always thought of Christmas time, 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 women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely.