Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
We must meet reverses boldly, and not suffer them to frighten us, my dear. We must learn to act the play out. We must live misfortune down, Trot!
Charles Dickens
Share
Change background
T
T
T
Change font
Original
TAGS & TOPICS
Charles Dickens
Age: 58 †
Born: 1812
Born: February 7
Died: 1870
Died: June 9
Author
Editor
Journalist
Novelist
Playwright
Social Critic
Writer
Landport
Hampshire
Dickens
C.Dickens
Charles John Huffam Dickens
Boz
Inspirational
Misfortune
Live
Misfortunes
Play
Reverse
Must
Suffer
Dear
Trot
Meet
Reverses
Suffering
Frighten
Learn
Boldly
More quotes by Charles Dickens
What are the odds so long as the fire of the soul is kindled at the taper of conviviality, and the wing of friendship never molts a feather?
Charles Dickens
The habit of paying compliments kept a man's tongue oiled without any expense.
Charles Dickens
If you can't get to be oncommon through going straight, you'll never get to do it through going crooked. So don't tell no more on 'em, Pip, and live well and die happy.
Charles Dickens
You touch some of the reasons for my going, not for my staying away.
Charles Dickens
Minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.
Charles Dickens
Crush humanity out of shape once more, under similar hammers, and it will twist itself into the same tortured forms. Sow the same seeds of rapacious licence and oppression over again, and it will surely yield the same fruit according to its kind.
Charles Dickens
Mrs Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but had an exquisite art of making her clenliness more umcomfortable and unacceptable than dirt itself. Cleanliness is next to godliness, and some people do the same by their religion.
Charles Dickens
Mr. Bazzard's father, being a Norfolk farmer, would have furiously laid about him with a flail, a pitch-fork, and every agricultural implement available for assaulting purposes, on the slightest hint of his son's having written a play.
Charles Dickens
In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is--as the light called human life is--at its coming and its going.
Charles Dickens
And yet I love him. I love him so much and so dearly, that when I sometimes think my life may be but a weary one, I am proud of it and glad of it. I am proud and glad to suffer something for him, even though it is of no service to him, and he will never know of it or care for it.
Charles Dickens
There wasn't room to swing a cat there.
Charles Dickens
Think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you.
Charles Dickens
This is the even-handed dealing of the world! he said. There is noth-ing on which it is so hard as poverty and there is nothing it professes tocondemn with such severity as the pursuit of wealth!
Charles Dickens
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
There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose.
Charles Dickens
I stole her heart away and put ice in its place.
Charles Dickens
Great men are seldom over-scrupulous in the arrangement of their attire.
Charles Dickens
He was sailing over a boundless expanse of sea, with a blood-red sky above, and the angry waters, lashed into fury beneath, boiling and eddying up, on every side. There was another vessel before them, toiling and labouring in the howling storm: her canvas fluttering in ribbons from the mast.
Charles Dickens
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.
Charles Dickens
I was always treated as if I had insisted on being born, in opposition to the dictates of reason, religion, and morality, and against the dissuadinig arguments of my best friends.
Charles Dickens
