"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti


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Thursday, July 14, 2011

TS Eliot - Burnt Norton, No. 1 of "Four Quartets"




BURNT NORTON
(No. 1 of 'Four Quartets')

T.S. Eliot

Part I

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
Round the corner. Through the first gate,
Into our first world, shall we follow
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.
There they were, dignified, invisible,
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,
And the bird called, in response to
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,
Along the empty alley, into the box circle,
To look down into the drained pool.
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,
And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,
The surface glittered out of heart of light,
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.

 


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Friday, June 3, 2011

Charles Dickens - Squire Norton's Song

HE child and the old man sat alone
In the quiet, peaceful shade
Of the old green boughs, that had richly grown
In the deep, thick forest glade.
It was a soft and pleasant sound,
That rustling of the oak;
And the gentle breeze played lightly round
As thus the fair boy spoke: -

"Dear father, what can honor be,
Of which I hear men rave?
Field, cell and cloister, land and sea,
The tempest and the grave: -
It lives in all, 'tis sought in each,
'Tis never heard or seen:
Now tell me, father, I beseech,
What can this honor mean?"

"It is a name - a name, my child  -
It lived in other days,
When men were rude, their passions wild,
Their sport, thick battle-frays.
When, in armor bright, the warrior bold
Knelt to his lady's eyes:
Beneath the abbey pavement old
That warrior's dust now lies.

"The iron hearts of that old day
Have mouldered in the grave;
And chivalry has passed away,
With knights so true and brave;
The honor, which to them was life,
Throbs in no bosom now;
It only gilds the gambler's strife,
Or decks the worthless vow."


by Charles Dickens (1812-1870)

"George Edmunds' Song is reprinted from The Poems and Verse of Charles Dickens.
Ed. F>G> Kitton. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1903.

Charles Dickens - The Song of the Wreck

HE wind blew high, the waters raved,
A ship drove on the land,
A hundred human creatures saved
Kneel'd down upon the sand.
Threescore were drown'd, threescore were thrown
Upon the black rocks wild,
And thus among them, left alone,
They found one helpless child.

A seaman rough, to shipwreck bred,
Stood out from all the rest,
And gently laid the lonely head
Upon his honest breast.
And travelling o'er the desert wide
It was a solemn joy,
To see them, ever side by side,
The sailor and the boy.

In famine, sickness, hunger, thirst,
The two were still but one,
Until the strong man droop'd the first
And felt his labors done.
Then to a trusty friend he spake,
"Across the desert wide,
Oh, take this poor boy for my sake!"
And kiss'd the child and died.

Toiling along in weary plight
Through heavy jungle, mire,
These two came later every night
To warm them at the fire.
Until the captain said one day
"O seaman, good and kind,
To save thyself now come away,
And leave the boy behind!"

The child was slumbering near the blaze:
"O captain, let him rest
Until it sinks, when God's own ways
Shall teach us what is best!"
They watch'd the whiten'd, ashy heap,
They touch'd the child in vain;
They did not leave him there asleep,
He never woke again.


by Charles Dickens (1812-1870)

"George Edmunds' Song is reprinted from The Poems and Verse of Charles Dickens.
Ed. F>G> Kitton. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1903.

Charles Dickens - Lucky's Song

OW beautiful at eventide
To see the twilight shadows pale,
Steal o'er the landscape, far and wide,
O'er stream and meadow, mound and dale!

How soft is Nature's calm repose
When ev'ning skies their cool dews weep:
The gentlest wind more gently blows,
As if to soothe her in her sleep!

The gay morn breaks,
Mists roll away,
All Nature awakes
To glorious day.
In my breast alone
Dark shadows remain;
The peace it has known
It can never regain.


by Charles Dickens (1812-1870)

"George Edmunds' Song is reprinted from The Poems and Verse of Charles Dickens.
Ed. F>G> Kitton. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1903.

Charles Dickens - The Ivy Green


Van Gogh's Undergrowth with Ivy, 1889
Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam

Van Gogh's Tree Trunks with Ivy, 1889
Kröller-Müller Museum, Otterlo, Netherlands
The Ivy Green

Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green,
          That creepeth o'er ruins old!
Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,
          In his cell so lone and cold
The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed,
          To pleasure his dainty whim:
And the mouldering dust that years have made
          Is a merry meal for him.
                    Creeping where no life is seen,
                    A rare old plant is the Ivy green.

Fast he stealeth on, though he wears no wings,
          And a staunch old heart has he.
How closely he twineth, how tight he clings
          To his friend the huge Oak Tree
And slyly he traileth along the ground,
          And his leaves he gently waves,
As he joyously hugs and crawleth round
          The rich mould of dead men's graves.
                     Creeping where no life is seen,
                     A rare old plant is the Ivy green.

Whole ages have fled and their works decayed,
          And nations have scattered been;
But the stout old Ivy shall never fade,
          From its hale and hearty green.
The brave old plant, in its lonely days,
          Shall fatten upon the past:
For the stateliest building man can raise
          Is the Ivy's food at last.
                    Creeping on where time has been,
                    A rare old plant is the Ivy green.


by Charles Dickens (1812-1870)

"George Edmunds' Song is reprinted from The Poems and Verse of Charles Dickens.
Ed. F.G. Kitton. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1903.

Biography - Poetry Foundation & Wikipedia


Ivy vines girdling tree
Analysis
from Immortal Muse, comments by Zireaux

... Now, 200 years and 7 days after the birth of Charles Dickens, we look at the “rare old plant” which “slily” (snake-like) twists and twines around the greenwood tree: Ivy.

There’s nothing “rare” about ivy. Such words — including the two “daintys” in the first stanza — have less to do with describing ivy than with befriending it. The poem is loaded with these chummy terms of endearment; not just “dainty” (as in “excellent”), but stout (as in “strong”), staunch, rare, brave, hearty, hale and old. These are the words that sailors and ruffians sing in pubs to their fellow drunks — which is ironic, because “The Ivy Green” is recited in The Pickwick Papers not by a bunch of burly rogues, but by an old clergyman.
 
Composed with a healthy dose of hyberbaton (“ivy green,” “scattered been,” “fast he stealeth”), our “Ivy Green” — like Shakespeare’s “Greenwood Tree” — works best as music. Just read aloud the seventh line of all three stanzas. So rhythmically identical are they, so perfect for a pop-song, we could have Miley Cyrus sing them for us (“So I hopped off the plane at LAX” becomes “And the mouldering dust that years have made.”).
 
Yet here’s the wonder of it all: Sound and song, the visual arts and meaning — they’re constantly crossing over, changing sides. Sound creates sight, and sight creates sound, and meaning can’t live without this sort of constant synesthesia.
 
Let me explain what I mean: Vincent Van Gogh, the best of what can be called the “poet-painters” (Longfellow, Blake, Cummings, O’Hara, Tagore and so on) also befriended ivy. Sometimes ivy was a creative force: “Like the ivy on the walls, so my pen must cover this paper.” (I quote from van Gogh’s letters). Or a source of comfort, as when he described a new pair of black gloves as “good like ivy, good like going to church.” But equally, he saw ivy as a kind of killer, a strangler, an agent of death: “Illnesses…are perhaps to man what ivy is to the oak.”
 
He admired “The Ivy Green,” and even quoted two lines of the poem — from memory — to his brother Theo. (See one of the actual letters here). I say from memory because both lines are, in fact, misquoted, van Gogh preferring to follow meter rather than a direct transcription. “A strange [instead of "rare"] old plant is the ivy green;” and, most tellingly, from line 11, “which stealeth on though he wear no wings.”
 
Vincent recalls both lines in the same meter (iamb, iamb, anapest, iamb), whereas Charles’s line 11 is actually the most metrically unusual (five-footed, trochaic) of all the lines in the poem.
 
The point is this: The idea that ivy is like a snake (despite all those leaves, no winged angel, it!) — dangerous, untrustworthy, cold-blooded, slyly entwining an innocent oak — this idea no doubt resonated with van Gogh. But it’s the song that made it memorable to him; the song that produced the imprint in his mind.
 
That is to say, the song, the music — as much as text and meaning — creates the impression. If you look at van Gogh’s paintings of ivy, you can hear the leaves rustling in the wind. And if you recite Dickens’s “Ivy Green,” you glimpse the essence of that “rare old plant,” its duplicity, its ravenous hunger, its creepiness if you will, in a way that metaphor alone could never create. We sing out of dread, not love. Trying to appease the unappeasable, we make song.
 
“Ivy loves the trunk of the old oak tree,” writes van Gogh, “and so cancer, that mysterious plant, attaches itself so often to people whose lives were nothing but ardent love and devotion. So, however terrible the mystery of these pains may be, the horror of them is sacred, and in them there might indeed be a gentle, heartbreaking thing.”
 
Dickens, too, saw this sacred horror. It inhabits the undergrowth of everything he wrote, attaching itself to so many “heartbreaking things” in his books. Which is why “The Ivy Green” — a kind of snake-charmer’s hymn to death — is the perfect song for a clergyman after all.
 
 
 


Charles Dickens - The Hymn of the Wiltshire Laborers

GOD! who by Thy prophet's hand
Didst smite the rocky brake,
Whence water came, at Thy command,
Thy people's thirst to slake;
Strike, now, upon this granite wall,
Stern, obdurate, and high;
And let some drops of pity fall
For us who starve and die!

The God who took a little child
And set him in the midst,
And promised him His mercy mild,
As, by Thy Son, Thou didst:
Look down upon our children dear,
So gaunt, so cold, so spare,
And let their images appear
Where lords and gentry are!

O God! teach them to feel how we,
When our poor infants droop,
Are weakened in our trust in Thee,
And how our spirits stoop;
For, in Thy rest, so bright and fair,
All tears and sorrows sleep:
And their young looks, so full of care,
Would make Thine angels weep!

The God who with His finger drew
The judgment coming on,
Write, for these men, what must ensue,
Ere many years be gone!
O God! whose bow is in the sky,
Let them not brave and dare,
Until they look (too late) on high,
And see an Arrow there!

O God, remind them! In the bread
They break upon the knee,
These sacred words may yet be read,
"In memory of Me!"
O God! remind them of His sweet
Compassion for the poor,
And how He gave them Bread to eat,
And went from door to door!


by Charles Dickens (1812-1870)

"A Child's Hymn" is reprinted from The Poems and Verse of Charles Dickens.
Ed. F.G. Kitton. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1903.

Charles Dickens - George Edmunds' Song

UTUMN leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around he here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!
How like the hopes of childhood's day,
Thick clust'ring on the bough!
How like those hopes in their decay -
How faded are they now!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here;
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!

Wither'd leaves, wither'd leaves, that fly before the gale:
Withered leaves, withered leaves, ye tell a mournful tale,
Of love once true, and friends once kind,
And happy moments fled:
Dispersed by every breath of wind,
Forgotten, changed, or dead!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, lie strewn around me here!
Autumn leaves, autumn leaves, how sad, how cold, how drear!


by Charles Dickens (1812-1870)

"George Edmunds' Song is reprinted from  The Poems and Verse of Charles Dickens.
Ed. F>G> Kitton. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1903.

Charles Dickens - Gabriel Grub's Song

RAVE lodgings for one, brave lodgings for one,
A few feet of cold earth, when life is done;
A stone at the head, a stone at the feet;
A rich, juicy meal for the worms to eat;
Rank grass overhead, and damp clay around,
Brave lodging for one, these, in holy ground!


by Charles Dickens (1812-1870)

"Gabriel Grub's Song" is reprinted from The Poems and Verse of Charles Dickens.
Ed. F.G. Kitton. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1903.

Charles Dickens - A Child's Hymn

HEAR my prayer, O heavenly Father,
Ere I lay me down to sleep;
Bid Thy angels, pure and holy,
Round my bed their vigil keep.

My sins are heavy, but Thy mercy
Far outweighs them, every one;
Down before Thy cross I cast them,
Trusting in Thy help alone.

Keep me through this night of peril
Underneath its boundless shade;
Take me to Thy rest, I pray Thee,
When my pilgrimage is made.

None shall measure out Thy patience
By the span of human thought;
None shall bound the tender mercies
Which Thy Holy Son has bought.

Pardon all my past transgressions,
Give me strength for days to come;
Guide and guard me with Thy blessing
Till Thy angels bid me home.


by Charles Dickens (1812-1870)

"A Child's Hymn" is reprinted from The Poems and Verse of Charles Dickens.
Ed. F.G. Kitton. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1903.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Charles Dickens - Quotes & Sayings






"There is nothing better than a friend, unless it is a friend with chocolate."


"There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts."
— 
Oliver Twist


"Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts."


"It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known."
Charles Dickens (A Tale of Two Cities)


"No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another."
Charles Dickens


"To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart."
Charles Dickens


"We need never be ashamed of our tears."
Charles Dickens


"Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle"
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart."
Charles Dickens


"There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor."
Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol)


"Every traveler has a home of his own, and he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering."
Charles Dickens


"I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world."
Charles Dickens


"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times."
Charles Dickens (A Tale of Two Cities)


"A loving heart is the truest wisdom."
Charles Dickens


"Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape"
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"No one who can read, ever looks at a book, even unopened on a shelf, like one who cannot."
Charles Dickens (Our Mutual Friend)


"What greater gift than the love of a cat."
Charles Dickens


"Procrastination is the thief of time, collar him."
Charles Dickens (David Copperfield)

"Reflect upon your present blessings, of which every man has many; not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some."
Charles Dickens


"My meaning simply is, that whatever I have tried to do in life, I have tried with all my heart to do well; that whatever I have devoted myself to, I have devoted myself to completely; that in great aims and in small, I have always been thoroughly in earnest."
Charles Dickens (David Copperfield)


"In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong."
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love her, love her, love her!"
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"I wear the chain I forged in life....I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it."
Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol)


"There is a wisdom of the head, and... there is a wisdom of the heart."
Charles Dickens (Hard Times)


"You have been the last dream of my soul."
Charles Dickens (A Tale of Two Cities)


"I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. "
Charles Dickens


"Family not only need to consist of merely those whom we share blood, but also for those whom we'd give blood."
Charles Dickens


"A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other."
Charles Dickens (A Tale of Two Cities)


"If there were no bad people, there would be no good lawyers."


"Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show."
Charles Dickens (David Copperfield)


"To a young heart everything is fun."
Charles Dickens


"It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded."


"I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be. Once for all; I love her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection. (Pip, Great Expectations)"
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of underdone potato. There's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are!"
Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol)


"There either is or is not, that’s the way things are. The colour of the day. The way it felt to be a child. The saltwater on your sunburnt legs. Sometimes the water is yellow, sometimes it’s red. But what colour it may be in memory, depends on the day. I’m not going to tell you the story the way it happened. I’m going to tell it the way I remember it."
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"For you, and for any dear to you, I would do anything. If my career were of that better kind that there was any opportunity or capacity of sacrifice in it, I would embrace any sacrifice for you and for those dear to you. Try to hold me in your mind, at some quiet times, as ardent and sincere in this one thing. The time will come, the time will not be long in coming, when new ties will be formed about you--ties that will bind you yet more tenderly and strongly to the home you so adorn--the dearest ties that will ever grace and gladden you. O Miss Manette, when the little picture of a happy father's face looks up in yours, when you see your own bright beauty springing up anew at your feet, think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you!"
Charles Dickens (A Tale of Two Cities)


"There was a long hard time when I kept far from me the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth."
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"Sadly, sadly, the sun rose; it rose upon no sadder sight than the man of good abilities and good emotions, incapable of their directed exercise, incapable of his own help and his own happiness, sensible of the blight on him, and resigning himself to let it eat him away."
Charles Dickens (A Tale of Two Cities)


"Although a skillful flatterer is a most delightful companion if you have him all to yourself, his taste becomes very doubtful when he takes to complimenting other people."
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 (Great Expectations)


"A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it."
Charles Dickens


"Give me a moment, because I like to cry for joy. It's so delicious, John dear, to cry for joy."
Charles Dickens (Our Mutual Friend)


"The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists."
Charles Dickens


"Trifles make the sum of life. "
Charles Dickens (David Copperfield)


"My advice is to never do tomorrow what you can do today. Procrastination is the thief of time."
Charles Dickens


"The most important thing in life is to stop saying 'I wish' and start saying 'I will.' Consider nothing impossible, then treat possiblities as probabilities."
Charles Dickens (David Copperfield)


"Every idiot who goes about with a 'Merry Christmas' on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart."
Charles Dickens


"You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since – on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with. The stones of which the strongest London buildings are made, are not more real, or more impossible to displace with your hands, than your presence and influence have been to me, there and everywhere, and will be. Estella, to the last hour of my life, you cannot choose but remain part of my character, part of the little good in me, part of the evil." – (Pip, Great Expectations)"
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"I do not know the American gentleman, God forgive me for putting two such words together."
Charles Dickens


"Death may beget life, but oppression can beget nothing other than itself."
Charles Dickens (A Tale of Two Cities)


"I'll tell you," said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper, "what real love it. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter - as I did!" – (Miss Havisham, Great Expectations)"
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"So throughout life, our worst weaknesses and meannesses are usually committed for the sake of the people whom we most despise."
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again."


"She was the most wonderful woman for prowling about the house. How she got from one story to another was a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea."
Charles Dickens (Hard Times)


"There is prodigious strength in sorrow and despair."
Charles Dickens (A Tale of Two Cities)


"Credit is a system whereby a person who can't pay gets another person who can't pay to guarantee that he can pay."


"Happiness is a gift and the trick is not to expect it, but to delight in it when it comes"
Charles Dickens (Nicholas Nickleby)


"We forge the chains we wear in life."
Charles Dickens


"I must do something or I shall wear my heart away..."
Charles Dickens


"Marley was dead: to begin with."
Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol)


"When I speak of home, I speak of the place where in default of a better--those I love are gathered together; and if that place where a gypsy's tent, or a barn, I should call it by the same good name notwithstanding."
Charles Dickens (Nicholas Nickleby)


"Cheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers, and are famous preservers of good looks."
Charles Dickens


"Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade."
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose."


"Then tell Wind and Fire where to stop," returned madame; "but don't tell me."
Charles Dickens (A Tale of Two Cities)


"He would make a lovely corpse."
Charles Dickens (Martin Chuzzlewit)


"I love your daughter fondly, dearly, disinterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her."
Charles Dickens (A Tale of Two Cities)


"Take nothing on its looks; take everything on evidence. There's no better rule."
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape."
Charles Dickens


"I had considered how the things that never happen, are often as much realities to us, in their effects, as those that are accomplished."
Charles Dickens (David Copperfield)


"I only ask to be free, the butterflies are free."
Charles Dickens


"My heart is set, as firmly as ever heart of man was set on woman. I have no thought, no view, no hope, in life beyond her; and if you oppose me in this great stake, you take my peace and happiness in your hands, and cast them to the wind."
Charles Dickens (Oliver Twist)


"In a utilitarian age, of all other times, it is a matter of grave importance that fairy tales should be respected."
Charles Dickens


"It was remembered afterwards that when he bent down and touched her face with his lips, he murmured some words. The child, who was nearest to him, told them afterwards, and told her grandchildren when she was a handsome old lady, that she heard him say, 'A life you love."
Charles Dickens (A Tale of Two Cities)


"Poetry makes life what lights and music do the stage."
Charles Dickens (The Pickwick Papers)


"I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round, as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable 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, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys."
Charles Dickens


"Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?"
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, oh, Father, What have you done with the garden that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness here? Said louisa as she touched her heart."
Charles Dickens (Hard Times)


"I took her hand in mine, and we went out of the ruined place; and, as the morning mists had risen long ago when I first left the forge, so, the evening mists were rising now, and in all the broad expanse of tranquil light they showed to me, I saw no shadow of another parting from her."
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"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 dissuading arguments of my best friends."
Charles Dickens


"I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me." – (Estella, Great Expectations)"
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child himself"
Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol)


"Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world."
Charles Dickens (Nicholas Nickleby)


"No varnish can hide the grain of the wood; and that the more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself."
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"In the little world in which children have their existence, whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice."
Charles Dickens


"Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true."
Charles Dickens


"It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things, that while there is infection in disease and sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humour."
Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol)


"I know that she deserves the best and purest love the heart of man can offer," said Mrs. Maylie; "I know that the devotion and affection of her nature require no ordinary return, but one that shall be deep and lasting."
Charles Dickens (Oliver Twist)


"They are Man's and they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance and this girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased."
Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol)


"I never could have done what I have done, without the habits of punctuality, order, and diligence, without the determination to concentrate myself on one object at a time."
Charles Dickens (David Copperfield)


"I don't mean to say that, of my own knowledge, what there is particularly dead about a doornail. I might have been inclined, myself, to regard a coffin-nail as the deadest piece of ironmongery in the trade. But the wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country's done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that Marley was as dead as a doornail."
Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol)


"It is not possible to know how far the influence of any amiable, honest-hearted duty-doing man flies out into the world, but it is very possible to know how it has touched one's self in going by."
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pound ought and six, result misery."
Charles Dickens (David Copperfield)


"Women can always put things in fewest words. Except when it's blowing up; and then they lengthens it out."
Charles Dickens (Oliver Twist)


"I had seen the damp lying on the outside of my little window, as if some goblin had been crying there all night, and using the window for a pocket-handkerchief."
Charles Dickens (Great Expectations)


"Remember!--It is Christianity to do good always--even to those who do evil to us. It is Christianity to love our neighbors as ourself, and to do to all men as we would have them do to us. It is Christianity to be gentle, merciful and forgiving, and to keep those qualities quiet in our own hearts, and never make a boast of them or of our prayers or of our love of God, but always to show that we love Him by humbly trying to do right in everything. If we do this, and remember the life and lessons of Our Lord Jesus Christ, and try to act up to them, we may confidently hope that God will forgive us our sins and mistakes, and enable us to live and die in peace."
Charles Dickens


"Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again."
Charles Dickens (A Tale of Two Cities)


"No space of regret can make amends for one life's opportunity misused"
Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol)


"He went to the church, and walked about the streets, and watched the people hurrying to and fro, and patted the children on the head, and questioned beggars, and looked down into the kitchens of homes, and up to the windows, and found that everything could yield him pleasure. He had never dreamed of any walk, that anything, could give him so much happiness. (p. 119)"
Charles Dickens (A Christmas Carol)


"Mr Lorry asks the witness questions:
Ever been kicked?
Might have been.
Frequently? No. Ever kicked down stairs?
Decidedly not; once received a kick at the top of a staircase, and fell down stairs of his own accord."
Charles Dickens (A Tale of Two Cities)