Life Quotes, page 130

“My life is one damned, horrid grind.”

“But tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof.”

“An evening wind uprose too, and the slighter branches cracked and rattled as they moved, in skeleton dances, to its moaning music.”

“A contented spirit is the sweetness of existence.”

“Life is of little worth when we misuse it; yet it is worth the effort. If it were not, letting it go would cost nothing.”

“Being that rare sort of old girl who receives good to her arms without a hint that it might be better, and catches light from any little spot of darkness near her.”

“Captain Cuttle, like all mankind, little knew how much hope had survived within him under discouragement, until he felt its death-shock.”

“She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up and entwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces herself, sir. You may have met with her 'Ode to an Expiring Frog,' sir.”

“Your day is done. Night is coming fast for you.”

“When we came within sight of the sea, the waves on the horizon, caught at intervals above the rolling abyss, were like glimpses of another shore with towers and buildings.”

“You don't carry in your countenance a letter of recommendation.”

“If her eyes had no expression, it was probably because they had nothing to express. If she had few wrinkles, it was because her mind had never traced its name or any other inscription on her face.”

“There are hopes, the bloom of whose beauty would be spoiled by the trammels of description; too lovely, too delicate, too sacred for words, they should only be known through the sympathy of hearts.”

“To the eye it is fair enough here; but seen in its integrity, under the sky, and by the daylight, it is a crumbling tower of waste, mismanagement, extortion, debt, mortgage, oppression, hunger, nakedness, and suffering.”

“There was a gay fiction among us that we were constantly enjoying ourselves, and a skeleton truth that we never did. To the best of my belief, our case was in the last respect a rather common one.”

“The wind is rushing after us, the clouds are flying after us, the moon is plunging after us, and the whole wild night is in pursuit of us; but so far we are pursued by nothing else.”

“All partings foreshadow the great final one.”

“But that Woodman and that Farmer, though they work unceasingly, work silently, and no one heard them as they went about with muffled tread: the rather, forasmuch as to entertain any suspicion that they were awake, was to be atheistical and traitorous.”

“Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly, and beat at the great door, like a swift messenger rousing those within.”

“As an emotion of the mind will express itself through any covering of the body, so the paleness which his situation engendered came through the brown upon his cheek, showing the soul to be stronger than the sun.”

“The streets looked small, of course. The streets that we have only seen as children always do, I believe, when we go back to them.”

“A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.”

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”

“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.”

“There is a wisdom of the head, and a wisdom of the heart.”

“Is it better to have had a good thing and lost it, or never to have had it?”

“The law is an ass, an idiot.”

“Least said, soonest mended.”

“It is a most miserable thing to feel ashamed of home.”

“The cloud of caring for nothing, which overshadowed him with such a fatal darkness, was very rarely pierced by the light within him.”