Charles Dickens Quotes

His philanthropy was of that gunpowderous sort that the difference between it and animosity was hard to determine. ~ The Mystery of Edwin Drood by Charles Dickens "I love you, love you, love you! If you were to cast me off now - but you will not - you would never be rid of me. No one should come between us. I would pursue you to the death." ~ The Mystery of Edwin Drood by Charles Dickens "Circumstances may accumulate so strongly even against an innocent man, that directed, sharpened, and pointed, they may slay him." ~ The Mystery of Edwin Drood by Charles Dickens "The cramped monotony of my existence grinds me away by the grain. " ~ The Mystery of Edwin Drood by Charles Dickens "You are always training yourself to be, mind and body, as clear as crystal, and you always are, and never change; whereas I am a muddy, solitary, moping weed." ~ The Mystery of Edwin Drood by Charles Dickens "How beautiful you are! You are more beautiful in anger than in repose. I don't ask you for your love; give me yourself and your hatred; give me yourself and that pretty rage; give me yourself and that enchanting scorn; it will be enough for me." ~ The Mystery of Edwin Drood by Charles Dickens "I only ask to be free. The butterflies are free. Mankind will surely not deny to Harold Skimpole what it concedes to the butterflies." ~ Bleak House by Charles Dickens There is a drowsy state, between sleeping and waking, when you dream more in five minutes with your eyes half open, and yourself half conscious of everything that is passing around you, than you would in five nights with your eyes fast closed, and your senses wrapt in perfect unconsciousness. At such time, a mortal knows just enough of what his mind is doing, to form some glimmering conception of its mighty powers, its bounding from earth and spurning time and space, when freed from the restraint of its corporeal associate. ~ Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens "There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts." ~ Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens As he glided stealthily along, creeping beneath the shelter of the walls and doorways, the hideous old man seemed like some loathsome reptile, engendered in the slime and darkness through which he moved: crawling forth, by night, in search of some rich offal for a meal. ~ Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens