You are fettered," said Scrooge, trembling. "Tell me why?"
"I wear the chain I forged in life," replied the Ghost. "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.
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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 DickensIt was a dark night, though the full moon rose as I left the enclosed lands, and passed out upon the marshes. Beyond their dark line there was a ribbon of clear sky, hardly broad enough to hold the red large moon. In a few minutes she had ascended out of that clear field, in among the piled mountains of cloud.
Charles DickensAltogether, the Old Bailey, at that date, was a choice illustration of the precept, that "Whatever is right;" an aphorism that would be as final as it is lazy, did it not include the troublesome consequence, that nothing that ever was, was wrong.
Charles Dickens.... non sono vecchio, ma le vie della mia giovinezza non sono state mai di quelle che portano alla vecchiaia
Charles DickensTo be the hero of my life or forever its victim.
Charles DickensI am afraid to think of what I might have done, on requirement, in the secrecy of my terror.
Charles DickensI have often thought that few people know what secrecy there is in the young, under terror. No matter how unreasonable the terror, so that it be terror.
Charles DickensAffection, homage, devotion, does not easily express itself. Its voice is low. It is modest and retiring, it lies in ambush, waits and waits. Sometimes a life glides away, and finds it still ripening in the shade0
Charles DickensHer reverting to this tone, as if our association were forced upon us and we were mere puppets, gave me pain; but everything in our intercourse did give me pain. Whatever her tone with me happened to be, I could put no trust in it, and build no hope on it; and yet I went on against trust and against hope. Why repeat it a thousand times? So it always was.
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