Share
×
Inspirational Quotes
Authors
Professions
Topics
Tags
Quote
Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly, and beat at the great door, like a swift messenger rousing those within.
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
Doors
Messengers
Steps
Swift
Within
Ran
Nature
Flight
Rousing
Two
Beat
Terrace
Great
Beats
Flights
Like
Rain
Messenger
Door
Wildly
More quotes by Charles Dickens
... when he saw her sitting there all alone, so young, and good, and beautiful, and kind to him and heard her thrilling voice, so natural and sweet, and such a golden link between him and all his life's love and happiness, rising out of the silence he turned his face away, and hid his tears.
Charles Dickens
Home is like the ship at sea, Sailing on eternally Oft the anchor forth we cast, But can never make it fast.
Charles Dickens
Although I am an old man, night is generally my time for walking.
Charles Dickens
God bless us, every one!
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
A person who can't pay gets another person who can't pay to guarantee that he can pay. Like a person with two wooden legs getting another person with two wooden legs to guarantee that he has got two natural legs. It don't make either of them able to do a walking-match.
Charles Dickens
I do not know the American gentleman, God forgive me for putting two such words together.
Charles Dickens
And still I stood looking at the house, thinking how happy I should be if I lived there with her, and knowing that I never was happy with her, but always miserable.
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
Poverty and oysters always seem to go together.
Charles Dickens
Remember, to the last, that while there is life there is hope.
Charles Dickens
Now, I return to this young fellow. And the communication I have got to make is, that he has great expectations.
Charles Dickens
Opening her eyes again, and seeing her husband's face across the table, she leaned forward to give it a pat on the cheek, and sat down to supper, declaring it to be the best face in the world.
Charles Dickens
I recollected one story there was in the village, how that on a certain night in the year (it might be that very night for anything I knew), all the dead people came out of the ground and sat at the heads of their own graves till morning.
Charles Dickens
Circumstances beyond my individual control.
Charles Dickens
Over the whole, a young lady presided, whose gloomy haughtiness as she surveyed the street, announced a deep-seated grievance against society, and an implacable determination to be avenged.
Charles Dickens
Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.
Charles Dickens
It was a foggy day in London, and the fog was heavy and dark. Animate London, with smarting eyes and irritated lungs, was blinking, wheezing, and choking inanimate London was a sooty spectre, divided in purpose between being visible and invisible, and so being wholly neither.
Charles Dickens
Although a man may lose a sense of his own importance when he is a mere unit among a busy throng, all utterly regardless of him, it by no means follows that he can dispossess himself, with equal facility, of a very strong sense of the importance and magnitude of his cares.
Charles Dickens
So does a whole world, with all its greatnesses and littlenesses, lie in a twinkling star. And as mere human knowledge can split a ray of light and analyse the manner of its composition, so, sublimer intelligences may read in the feeble shining of this earth of ours, every thought and act, every vice and virtue, of every responsible creature on it.
Charles Dickens
