“The twins no longer derive their sustenance from Nature’s founts – in short,” said Mr. Micawber, in one of his bursts of confidence, “they are weaned.” ~ David Copperfield
David Copperfield Quotes
I record predictions
I am . . . joined with eleven others in reporting the debates in Parliament for a Morning Newspaper. Night after night, I record predictions that never come to pass, professions that are never fulfilled, explanations that are only meant to mystify. I wallow in words. ~ David Copperfield
Trifles make the sum of
Trifles make the sum of life. ~ David Copperfield
She was more than human
She was more than human to me. She was a Fairy, a Sylph, I don’t know what she was – anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted. I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant. There was no pausing on the brink; no looking down, or looking back; I was gone, headlong, before I had sense to say a word to her. ~ David Copperfield
“I find my breath gets
“I find my breath gets short, but it seldom gets longer as a man gets older. I take it as it comes, and make the most of it. That’s the best way, ain’t it?” ~ David Copperfield
New thoughts and hopes were
New thoughts and hopes were whirling through my mind, and all the colours of my life were changing. ~ David Copperfield
“Never,” said my aunt, “be
“Never,” said my aunt, “be mean in anything; never be false; never be cruel. Avoid those three vices, Trot, and I can always be hopeful of you.” ~ David Copperfield
After tea, we discussed a
After tea, we discussed a variety of topics before the fire; and Mrs. Micawber was good enough to sing us (in a small, thin, flat voice, which I remembered to have considered, when I first knew her, the very table-beer of acoustics) the favourite ballads of “The Dashing White Sergeant”, and “Little Tafflin”. ~ David Copperfield
“I don’t profess to be
“I don’t profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.” ~ David Copperfield
He was the meekest of
He was the meekest of his sex, the mildest of little men. He sidled in and out of a room, to take up the less space. He walked as softly as the Ghost in Hamlet, and more slowly. He carried his head on one side, partly in modest depreciation of himself, partly in modest propitiation of everybody else. ~ David Copperfield