Charles Dickens
Charles Dickens
Charles John Huffam Dickenswas an English writer and social critic. He created some of the world's best-known fictional characters and is regarded as the greatest novelist of the Victorian era. His works enjoyed unprecedented popularity during his lifetime, and by the twentieth century critics and scholars had recognised him as a literary genius. His novels and short stories enjoy lasting popularity...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 February 1812
wise words-of-wisdom godmother
This reminds me, Godmother, to ask you a serious question. You are as wise as wise can be (having been brought up by the fairies), and you can tell me this: Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?
men listening doe
The worst of all listeners is the man who does nothing but listen.
pride sickness breaking-down
There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood.
heart soul tears
But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof.
love mean men
You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell. What I mean is that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me. You could draw me to fire, you could draw me to water, you could draw me to the gallows, you could draw me to any death, you could draw me to anything I have most avoided, you could draw me to any exposure and disgrace. This and the confusion of my thoughts, so that I am fit for nothing, is what I mean by your being the ruin of me.
grief loss grieving
And can it be that in a world so full and busy the loss of one creature makes a void so wide and deep that nothing but the width and depth of eternity can fill it up!
book reading writing
There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.
spring communication winter
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.
lines
You are in every line I have ever read.
nature giving natural
Nature gives to every time and season some beauties of its own.
feelings littles strange
Spite is a little word, but it represents as strange a jumble of feelings and compound of discords, as any polysyllable in the language.
angel shadow desire
The shadows of our own desires stand between us and our better angels, and thus their brightness is eclipsed.
inspirational happiness thank-you
Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many - not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.
stars men would-be
I looked at the stars, and considered how awful it would be for a man to turn his face up to them as he froze to death, and see no help or pity in all the glittering multitude.