That punctual servant of all work, the sun, had just risen, and begun to strike a light on the morning of the thirteenth of May, one thousand eight hundred and twenty-seven, when Mr. Samuel Pickwick burst like another sun from his slumbers, threw open his chamber window, and looked out upon the world beneath. ~ The Pickwick Papers
The Pickwick Papers Quotes
The Pickwick Papers, also known as The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, was the first novel by Charles Dickens. We hope you enjoy this collection of 57 quotes from The Pickwick Papers.
Happy, Happy Christmas
Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fireside and his quiet home! ~ The Pickwick Papers
To ladies and gentlemen who
To ladies and gentlemen who are not in the habit of devoting themselves practically to the science of penmanship, writing a letter is no very easy task; it being always considered necessary in such cases for the writer to recline his head on his left arm, so as to place his eyes as nearly as possible on a level with the paper, while glancing sideways at the letters he is constructing, to form with his tongue imaginary characters to correspond. These motions, although unquestionably of the greatest assistance to original composition, retard in some degree the progress of the writer. ~ The Pickwick Papers
The best sitting room at
The best sitting room at Manor Farm was a good, long, dark-panelled room with a high chimney-piece, and a capacious chimney, up which you could have driven one of the new patent cabs, wheels and all. At the upper end of the room, seated in a shady bower of holly and evergreens, were the two best fiddlers, and the only harp, in all Muggleton. In all sorts of recesses, and on all kinds of brackets, stood massive old silver candlesticks with four branches each. The carpet was up, the candles burnt bright, the fire blazed and crackled on the hearth, and merry voices and light-hearted laughter range through the room ~ The Pickwick Papers
“My uncle, gentlemen, could say
“My uncle, gentlemen, could say nothing; he was so very much astonished The queerest thing of all, was, that although there was such a crowd of persons, and although fresh faces were pouring in, every moment, there was no telling where they came from. They seemed to start up, in some strange manner, from the ground, or the air, and disappear in the same way. When a porter had put his luggage in the coach, and received his fare, he turned round and was gone; and before my uncle had well begun to wonder what had become of him, half-a-dozen fresh ones started up, and staggered along under the weight of parcels which seemed big enough to crush them.” ~ The Pickwick Papers
Dumb as a drum vith
“Dumb as a drum vith a hole in it, sir.” ~ The Pickwick Papers
A silent look of affection
A silent look of affection and regard when all other eyes are turned coldly away–the consciousness that we possess the sympathy and affection of one being when all others have deserted us–is a hold, a stay, a comfort, in the deepest affliction, which no wealth could purchase, or power bestow. ~ The Pickwick Papers
“There is no deception now,
“There is no deception now, Mr. Weller. Tears,” said Job, with a look of momentary slyness, “tears are not the only proofs of distress, nor the best ones.” ~ The Pickwick Papers
“Vether it’s worth goin’ through
“Vether it’s worth goin’ through so much, to learn so little, as the charity-boy said ven he got to the end of the alphabet, is a matter o’ taste.” ~ The Pickwick Papers
Lawyers hold that there are
Lawyers hold that there are two kinds of particularly bad witnesses–a reluctant witness, and a too-willing witness. ~ The Pickwick Papers
