Top 100 Quotes About Love Dickens
#2. I love Dickens because it makes me chuckle to myself so. He has taken me to another world and out of so many earthly miseries.
Jane Birkin
#3. Pride is one of the seven deadly sins; but it cannot be the pride of a mother in her children, for that is a compound of two cardinal virtues - faith and hope.
Charles Dickens
#4. There's always a host of voices you're inspired by. I love Don DeLillo, and I love Isaac Bashevis Singer, and I love Beckett, and I love Pinter. He's one of the funniest voices in English literature since Dickens.
Dylan Moran
#5. But, forasmuch as all favourite legends must be associated with the affections, and as many more people fall in love than commit murder - which it may be hoped, howsoever bad we are, will continue until the end of the world to be the dispensation under which we shall live - the
Charles Dickens
#6. When you live with Dickens for years, reading him and trying to present him as faithfully as you can, you can't fail to love the man - so the shock of his bad behaviour is considerable, even when you know it is coming.
Claire Tomalin
#7. Lucie stood stretching out her arms towards her husband, with nothing in her face but love and consolation.
Charles Dickens
#8. Yes. I'm going to take a holiday. More than that; I'm going to take a walk. More than that; I'm going to ask you to take a walk with me.
Charles Dickens
#9. Caleb was no sorcerer, but in the only magic art that still remains to us, the magic of devoted, deathless love, Nature had been the mistress of his study; and from her teaching, all the wonder came.
Charles Dickens
#10. For not an orphan in the wide world can be so deserted as the child who is an outcast from a living parent's love.
Charles Dickens
#11. Familial love can find an echo in our own hearts just as it did in that of Charles Dickens.
Peter Ackroyd
#12. I thought her looking as she always does: superior in all respects to everyone around her
Charles Dickens
#13. To be allowed to call her "Dora", to write to her, to dote upon and worship her, to have reason to think that when she was with other people she was yet mindful of me, seemed to me the summit of human ambition - I am sure it was the summit of mine.
Charles Dickens
#14. Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and in this hasn't changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.
John Berger
#17. She said the word often enough, and there could be no doubt that she meant to say it; but if the often repeated word had been hate instead of love - despair - revenge - dire death - it could not have sounded from her lips more like a curse. (29.88)
Charles Dickens
#18. Why should I seek to change, what has been so precious to me for so long! you can never show better than as your own natural self
Charles Dickens
#19. Dear Doctor Manette, I love your daughter fondly, dearly, disinterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her. You have loved yourself; let your old love speak for me!
Charles Dickens
#20. Treachery don't come natural to beaming youth; but trust and pity, love and constancy,-they do, thank God!
Charles Dickens
#21. STRONGLY ILLUSTRATIVE OF THE POSITION, THAT THE COURSE OF TRUE LOVE IS NOT A RAILWAY
Charles Dickens
#24. I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.
Charles Dickens
#25. I was glad to be tenderly remembered, to be gently pitied, not to be quite forgotten.
Charles Dickens
#26. Don't I what?' said Peg. 'Love your old master too much - ' 'No, not a bit too much,' said Peg.
Charles Dickens
#27. A heart well worth winning, and well won. A heart that, once won, goes through fire and water for the winner, and never changes, and is never daunted.
Charles Dickens
#28. Shall we speak of the inspiration of a poet or a priest, and not of the heart impelled by love and self-devotion to the lowliest work in the lowliest way of life?
Charles Dickens
#29. He thought of the number of girls and women she had seen marry, how many homes with children in them she had seen grow up around her, how she had contentedly pursued her own lone quite path-for him.
~ Stephen speaking of Rachael
Charles Dickens
#30. I cannot help it; reason has nothing to do with it; I love her against reason-but who would as soon love me for my own sake, as she would love the beggar at the corner.
Charles Dickens
#31. Lovers had loved before, and lovers would love again; but no lover had ever loved, might, could, would, or should ever love, as I loved Dora.
Charles Dickens
#32. The married thing. Sometimes I look at it and feel like someone from a Dickens novel, standing outside in the cold and staring in at Christmas dinner. Relationships hadn't ever really worked for me. I think it's had something to do with all the demons, ghosts, and human sacrifice.
Jim Butcher
#34. Do not close your heart against all my efforts to help you ...
Charles Dickens
#35. Steve Zahn and I like to go to dinner, and we love to go to Chef Donald Link's Herb Saint.
Kim Dickens
#36. "You see," said Mr. Toots, "what I wanted in a wife was - in short, was sense. Money, Feeder, I had. Sense I - I had not, particularly."
Charles Dickens
#37. Love was made on these occasions in the form of bracelets;
Charles Dickens
#38. Perhaps the mourners learn to look to the blue sky by day, and to the stars by night, and to think that the dead are there, and not in graves
Charles Dickens
#39. They had a lurking suspicion even, that he died of secret love; though I must say there was a picture of him in the house with a damask nose, which concealment did not appear to have ever preyed upon.
Charles Dickens
#40. 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.
Charles Dickens
#41. And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.
Charles Dickens
#42. He couldn't finish the name. The final letter swelled in his throat, to the size of the whole alphabet.
Charles Dickens
#43. 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
#44. Mystery and disappointment are not absolutely indispensable to the growth of love, but they are, very often, its powerful auxiliaries.
Charles Dickens
#46. *I love climbing mountains in all fields (Whatever was this fields).
*I love tranquility and it is more for me precious than money.
*Honesty is a few valuable nowadays.
after willing of God and Step by step with Concentration i will achieve What I want to.
Charles Dickens
#47. Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.
Charles Dickens
#48. But love is blind; and Nathaniel had a cast in his eye; and perhaps these two circumstances, taken together, prevented his seeing the matter in its proper light.
Charles Dickens
#49. Vigorous tenacity of love, always so much stronger than hate,
Charles Dickens
#50. Oh! the suspense, the fearful, acute suspense, of standing idly by while the life of one we dearly love, is trembling in the balance!
Charles Dickens
#52. All books are hyggelig, but classics written by authors such as Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, Leo Tolstoy, and Charles Dickens have a special place on the bookshelf. At the right age, your kids may also love to cuddle up with you in the hyggekrog and have you read to them. Probably not Tolstoy.
Meik Wiking
#53. How many young men, in all previous times of unprecedented steadiness, had turned suddenly wild and wicked for the same reason, and, in an ecstasy of unrequited love, taken to wrench off door-knockers, and invert the boxes of rheumatic watchmen!
Charles Dickens
#54. Thus two people who cannot afford to play cards for money, sometimes sit down to a quiet game for love.
Charles Dickens
#55. Heaven be thanked, I love its light and feel the cheerfulness it sheds upon the earth, as much as any creature living.
Charles Dickens
#56. Love, however, is very materially assisted by a warm and active imagination: which has a long memory, and will thrive, for a considerable time, on very slight and sparing food.
Charles Dickens
#57. Clasped in my embrace, I held the source of every worthy aspiration I ever had; the centre of myself, the circle of my life, my own ... my love of whom was founded on a rock!
Charles Dickens
#58. You and your horse. His strength and beauty. Your knowledge and patience and determination and understanding and love. That's what fuses the two of you onto this marvelous partnership that makes you wonder, "What can heaven offer any better then what I have here on earth?".
Monica Dickens
#59. But Rosa soon made the discovery that Miss Twinkleton didn't read fairly. She cut the love-scenes, interpolated passages in praise of female celibacy, and was guilty of other glaring pious frauds.
Charles Dickens
#60. For I aint, you must know,' said Betty, 'much of a hand at reading writing-hand, though I can read my Bible and most print. And I do love a newspaper. You mightn't think it, but Sloppy is a beautiful reader of a newspaper. He do the Police in different voices.
Charles Dickens
#61. They looked at one another, and their hearts died within them.
Charles Dickens
#62. ...mysteries arise out of close love, as well as out of wide division...
Charles Dickens
#63. 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
#64. There lives at least one being who can never change-one being who would be content to devote his whole existence to your happiness-who lives but in your eyes-who breathes but in your smiles-who bears the heavy burden of life itself only for you.
Charles Dickens
#65. I love these little people; and it is not a slight thing when they, who are so fresh from God, love us.
Charles Dickens
#66. When the wind is blowing and the sleet or rain is driving against the dark windows, I love to sit by the fire, thinking of what I have read in books of voyage and travel.
Charles Dickens
#67. The sergeant was describing a military life. It was all drinking, he said, except that there were frequent intervals of eating and love making.
Charles Dickens
#68. In a word, it was impossible for me to separate her, in the past or in the present, from the innermost life of my life.
Charles Dickens
#69. I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
Charles Dickens
#70. She better liked to see him free and happy, even than to have him near her, because she loved him better than herself.
Charles Dickens
#71. Oh, let us love our occupations,
Bless the squire and his relations,
Live upon our daily rations,
And always know our proper stations.
Charles Dickens
#72. When she spoke, Tom held his breath, so eagerly he listened; when she sang, he sat like one entranced. She touched his organ, and from that bright epoch even it, the old companion of his happiest hours, incapable as he had thought of elevation, began a new and deified existence.
Charles Dickens
#73. A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man.
Charles Dickens
#74. "O' course I came to look arter you, my darlin'," replied Mr. Weller; for once permitting his passion to get the better of his veracity.
Charles Dickens
#75. But what I cannot settle in my mind is that the end will absolutely come. I hold her hand in mine, I hold her heart in mine, I see her love for me, alive in all its strength.
Charles Dickens
#76. Let me persuade you then
oh, do let me persuade you," said the child, "to think no more of gains or losses, and to try no fortune but the fortune we pursue together.
Charles Dickens
#77. You do not know what all around you see in Esther Summerson, how many hearts she touches and awakens, what sacred admiration and what love she wins.
Mr. Woodcourt
Charles Dickens
#78. 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
#79. My father read Charles Dickens to us as children, and at the end of virtually every novel he would choke up and start to cry - and my father NEVER cried. It always made me love him all the more.
Malcolm Gladwell
#80. Indeed, there was a frankness in his face, an honesty, and an undisguised show of his pride in her, and his love for her, which were, to me, the best of good looks.
Charles Dickens
#81. Some, like Ebenezer Scrooge in Dickens's A Christmas Carol, have a hard time loving anyone, even themselves, because of their selfishness. Love seeks to give rather than to get. Charity towards and compassion for others is a way to overcome too much self-love
James E. Faust
#82. Wish me everything that you can wish for the woman you dearly love, and I have as good as got it, John. I have better than got it, John.
Charles Dickens
#83. Cottage of content was better than the Palace of cold splendour, and that where love was, all was.
Charles Dickens
#84. 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
#85. And yet I love him. I love him so much and so dearly, that when I sometimes think my life may be but a weary one, I am proud of it and glad of it. I am proud and glad to suffer something for him, even though it is of no service to him, and he will never know of it or care for it.
Charles Dickens
#86. 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
#88. Constancy in love is a good thing; but it means nothing, and is nothing, without constancy in every kind of effort.
Charles Dickens
#89. I loved you madly; in the distasteful work of the day, in the wakeful misery of the night, girded by sordid realities, or wandering through Paradises and Hells of visions into which I rushed, carrying your image in my arms, I loved you madly.
Charles Dickens
#90. Mr. Tracy Tupman - the too susceptible Tupman, who to the wisdom and experience of maturer years superadded the enthusiasm and ardour of a boy in the most interesting and pardonable of human weaknesses - love.
Charles Dickens
#91. My poor girl, you have not been very well taught how to make a home for your husband, but unless you mean with all your heart to strive to do it, you had better murder him than marry him - if you really love him.
Charles Dickens
#92. And the voices in the waves are always whispering to Florence, in their ceaseless murmuring, of love - of love, eternal and illimitable, not bounded by the confines of this world, or by the end of time, but ranging still, beyond the sea, beyond the sky, to the invisible country far away!
Charles Dickens
#93. 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!
Charles Dickens
#94. True love believes everything, and bears everything, and trusts everything.
Charles Dickens
#95. It is known, to the force of a single pound weight, what the engine will do; but, not all the calculators of the National Debt can tell me the capacity for good or evil, for love or hatred, for patriotism or discontent, for the decomposition of virtue into vice, or the reverse.
Charles Dickens
#96. What lawsuits grow out of the graves of rich men, every day; sowing perjury, hatred, and lies among near kindred, where there should be nothing but love!
Charles Dickens
#98. It was an instinctive testimony to Little Dorrit's worth and difference from all the rest, that the poor young fellow honoured and loved her for being simply what she was.
Charles Dickens
#99. Loves and Cupids took to flight afraid, and Martyrdom had no such torment in its painted history of suffering.
Charles Dickens
#100. "Well, well!" said my aunt. "I only ask. I don't depreciate her. Poor little couple! And so you think you were formed for one another, and are to go through a party-supper-table kind of life, like two pretty pieces of confectionery, do you, Trot?"
Charles Dickens
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