For a long time after it was ushered into this world of sorrow and trouble, by the parish surgeon, it remained a matter of considerable doubt whether the child would survive to bear any name at all; in which case it is somewhat more than probable that these memoirs would never have appeared; or, if they had, that being comprised within a couple of pages, they would have possessed the inestimable merit of being the most concise and faithful specimen of biography, extant in the literature of any age or country.
Charles DickensAre tears the dewdrops of the heart?
Charles DickensMature affection, homage, devotion, does not easily express itself. Its voice is low. It is modest and retiring, it lies in ambush, waits and waits. Such is the mature fruit. Sometimes a life glides away, and finds it still ripening in the shade.
Charles DickensOld Time, that greatest and longest established spinner of all!.... his factory is a secret place, his work is noiseless, and his hands are mutes.
Charles DickensMots clés time secret-work
... we produced a bundle of pens, a copious supply of ink, and a goodly show of writing and blotting paper. For there was something very comfortable in having plenty of stationary.
Charles DickensMots clés charles-dickens
...The wine was red wine, and had stained the ground of the narrow street in the suburb of Saint Antoine, in Paris, where it was spilled. It had stained many hands, too, and many faces, and many naked feet, and many wooden shoes. The hands of the man who sawed the wood, left red marks on the billets; and the forehead of the woman who nursed her baby, was stained with the stain of the old rag she wound about her head again. Those who had been greedy with the staves of the cask, had acquired a tigerish smear about the mouth; and one tall joker so besmirched, his head more out of a long squalid bag of a nightcap than in it, scrawled upon a wall with his finger dipped in muddy wine-lees—BLOOD.
Charles Dickens...and memory, however sad, is the best and purest link between this world and a better. But come! I'll tell you a story of another kind.
Charles DickensMožda si ti kakav neprobavljeni komad govedine, žličica gorčice, grumenčić sira, polovica nedokuhana krumpira. Ti imaš više veze sa drobom nego sa grobom, ma tko da bio!
Charles DickensMots clés charles-dickens
Bolje je i nemati oči nego ih imati tako zle!
Charles DickensMots clés charles-dickens
Blažene žene: one nikad ništa ne rade dopola. One uvijek u sve unose svu strast.
Charles DickensMots clés charles-dickens a-christmas-carol božićna-priča
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