It was understood that nothing of a tender nature could possibly be confided to old Barley, by reason of his being totally unequal to the consideration of any subject more psychological than gout, rum, and purser’s stores. ~ Great Expectations
Humorous Quotes
We hope you enjoy this collection of funny quotes written by Charles Dickens.
For your popular rumour
For your popular rumour, unlike the rolling stone of the proverb, is one which gathers a deal of moss in its wanderings up and down. ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
“The twins no longer derive
“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
Ah, Miss, hope is an
“Ah, Miss, hope is an excellent thing for such as has the spirits to bear it!” said Mrs Wickam, shaking her head. “My own spirits is not equal to it, but I don’t owe it any grudge. I envys them that is so blest!” ~ Dombey and Son
raw beef-steak
“Waiter! raw beef-steak for the gentleman’s eye,–nothing like raw beef-steak for a bruise, sir; cold lamp-post very good, but lamp-post inconvenient–damned odd standing in the open street half-an-hour, with your eye against a lamp.” ~ Mr. Jingle from The Pickwick Papers
She’s Full On
“Would you, do you, my dear?” rejoined the Captain . . . . “I don’t know. It’s difficult navigation. She’s very hard to carry on with, my dear. You never can tell how she’ll head, you see. She’s full one minute, and round upon you next.” ~ Dombey and Son
Love, however, is very materially
Love, however, is very materially assisted by a warm and active imagination: which has a long memory, and will thrive, for a considerable time, on very slight and sparing food. ~ Nicholas Nickleby
Mystery and disappointment are not
Mystery and disappointment are not absolutely indispensable to the growth of love, but they are, very often, its powerful auxiliaries. ~ Nicholas Nickleby
Poor Mr. Pickwick! .
Poor Mr. Pickwick! . . . If he played a wrong card, Miss Bolo looked a small armoury of daggers; if he stopped to consider which was the right one, Lady Snuphanuph would throw herself back in her chair, and smile with a mingled glance of impatience and pity to Mrs. Colonel Wugsby, at which Mrs. Colonel Wugsby would shrug up her shoulders, and cough, as much as to say she wondered whether he ever would begin. Then, at the end of every hand, Miss Bolo would inquire with a dismal countenance and reproachful sigh, why Mr. Pickwick had not returned that diamond, or led the club, or roughed the spade, or finessed the heart, or led through the honour, or brought out the ace, or played up to the king, or some such thing; and in reply to all these grave charges, Mr. Pickwick would be wholly unable to plead any justification whatever, having by this time forgotten all about the game. ~ The Pickwick Papers
very up-hill and down-hill
I had a latent impression that there was something decidedly fine in Mr. Wopsle’s elocution – not for old associations’ sake, I am afraid, but because it was very slow, very dreary, very up-hill and down-hill, and very unlike any way in which any man in any natural circumstances of life or death ever expressed himself about anything. ~ Great Expectations
