"Drink with me, my dear," said Mr. Weller. "Put your lips to this here tumbler, and then I can kiss you by deputy." ~ The Pickwick Papers
Love Quotes
“If you were free to-day,
“If you were free to-day, to-morrow, yesterday, can even I believe that you would choose a dowerless girl—you who, in your very confidence with her, weigh everything by Gain: or, choosing her, if for a moment you were false enough to your one guiding principle to do so, do I not know that your repentance and regret would surely follow? I do; and I release you. With a full heart, for the love of him you once were.” ~ A Christmas Carol
Now, Bella suspected by this
Now, Bella suspected by this time that Mr. Rokesmith admired her. Whether the knowledge (for it was rather that than suspicion) caused her to incline to him a little more, or a little less, than she had done at first; whether it rendered her eager to find out more about him, because she sought to establish reason for her distrust, or because she sought to free him from it; was as yet dark to her own heart. But at most times he occupied a great amount of her attention. ~ Our Mutual Friend
“I went away, dear Agnes,
“I went away, dear Agnes, loving you. I stayed away, loving you. I returned home, loving you!” ~ David Copperfield
“Your voice and music are
“Your voice and music are the same to me.” ~ The Haunted Man
I don’t remember who was
I don’t remember who was there, except Dora. I have not the least idea what we had for dinner, besides Dora. My impression is, that I dined off Dora, entirely, and sent away half-a-dozen plates untouched. I sat next to her. I talked to her. She had the most delightful little voice, the gayest little laugh, the pleasantest and most fascinating little ways, that ever led a lost youth into hopeless slavery. She was rather diminutive altogether. So much the more precious, I thought. ~ David Copperfield
She better liked to see
She better liked to see him free and happy, even than to have him near her, because she loved him better than herself. ~ Barnaby Rudge
Mrs. Bagnet is not at
Mrs. Bagnet is not at all an ill-looking woman. Rather large-boned, a little coarse in the grain, and freckled by the sun and wind which have tanned her hair upon the forehead, but healthy, wholesome, and bright-eyed. A strong, busy, active, honest-faced woman of from forty-five to fifty. Clean, hardy, and so economically dressed (though substantially) that the only article of ornament of which she stands possessed appear’s to be her wedding-ring, around which her finger has grown to be so large since it was put on that it will never come off again until it shall mingle with Mrs. Bagnet’s dust. ~ Bleak House
We know Mr. Weller
“We know, Mr. Weller – we, who are men of the world – that a good uniform must work its way with the women, sooner or later.” ~ The Pickwick Papers