He was simply and staunchly true to his duty alike in the large case and in the small. So all true souls ever are. So every true soul ever was, ever is, and ever will be. There is nothing little to the really great in spirit. ~ The Mystery of Edwin Drood
The Mystery of Edwin Drood Quotes
Dickens was working on The Mystery of Edwin Drood when he passed away. We hope you enjoy this collection of 22 quotes from The Mystery of Edwin Drood.
The bright, frosty day declined
The bright, frosty day declined as they walked and spoke together. The sun dipped in the river far behind them, and the old city lay red before them, as their walk drew to a close. The moaning water cast its seaweed duskily at their feet, when they turned to leave its margin; and the rooks hovered above them with hoarse cries, darker splashes in the darkening air. ~ The Mystery of Edwin Drood
How beautiful you are!
"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." ~ The Mystery of Edwin Drood
His gaze wandered
His gaze wandered from the windows to the stars, as if he would have read in them something that was hidden from him. Many of us would, if we could; but none of us so much as know our letters in the stars yet – or seem likely to do it, in this state of existence – and few languages can be read until their alphabets are mastered. ~ The Mystery of Edwin Drood
Still his philanthropy
Still his philanthropy was of that gunpowderous sort that the difference between it and animosity was hard to determine. ~ The Mystery of Edwin Drood
“I now swear, and record
“I now swear, and record the oath on this page, That I nevermore will discuss this mystery with any human creature until I hold the clue to it in my hand. That I never will relax in my secrecy or in my search. That I will fasten the crime of the murder of my dear dead boy upon the murderer. And, That I devote myself to his destruction.” ~ The Mystery of Edwin Drood
I loved you madly; in
“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.” ~ The Mystery of Edwin Drood
The host had gone below
The host had gone below to the cellar, and had brought up bottles of ruby, straw-coloured, and golden drinks, which had ripened long ago in lands where no fogs are, and had since lain slumbering in the shade. Sparkling and tingling after so long a nap, they pushed at their corks to help the corkscrew (like prisoners helping rioters to force their gates), and danced out gaily. ~ The Mystery of Edwin Drood
The cramped monotony of my
"The cramped monotony of my existence grinds me away by the grain." ~ The Mystery of Edwin Drood
“Mr. Bazzard’s father, being a
“Mr. Bazzard’s father, being a Norfolk farmer, would have furiously laid about him with a flail, a pitch-fork, and every agricultural implement available for assaulting purposes, on the slightest hint of his son’s having written a play.” ~ The Mystery of Edwin Drood
