Charles John Huffam Dickens (7 February 1812 – 9 June 1870) was an English writer and social critic. He created some of the world's best-known fictional characters a...
I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape. Charles Dickens
I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.
Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart. Charles Dickens
Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.
There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor. Charles Dickens
There is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humor.
No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else. Charles Dickens
No one is useless in this world who lightens the burden of it to anyone else.
There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts. Charles Dickens
There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.
The age of chivalry is past. Bores have succeeded to dragons. Charles Dickens
The age of chivalry is past. Bores have succeeded to dragons.
Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs. Charles Dickens
Regrets are the natural property of grey hairs.
The sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on. Charles Dickens
The sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. Charles Dickens
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Charles Dickens
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
Minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort. Charles Dickens
Minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again. Charles Dickens
The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
