It is said that every life has its roses and thorns; there seemed, however, to have been a misadventure or mistake in Stephen’s case, whereby somebody else had become possessed of his roses, and he had become possessed of the same somebody else’s thorns in addition to his own. ~ Hard Times
“How could you give me
“How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death?” ~ Hard Times
In the Destroyer’s Steps
In the Destroyer’s steps there spring up bright creations that defy his power, and his dark path becomes a way of light to Heaven. ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
There are chords in the
There are chords in the human heart–strange, varying strings–which are only struck by accident; which will remain mute and senseless to appeals the most passionate and earnest, and respond at last to the slightest casual touch. ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
Thus violent deeds live after
Thus violent deeds live after men upon the earth, and traces of war and bloodshed will survive in mournful shapes long after those who worked the desolation are but atoms of earth themselves. ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
“Nobody near me here, but
“Nobody near me here, but rats, and they are fine stealthy secret fellows.” ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
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
“Have I yet to learn
“Have I yet to learn that the hardest and best-borne trials are those which are never chronicled in any earthly record, and are suffered every day!” ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
The Sun Himself is Weak
The Sun himself is weak when he first rises, and gathers strength and courage as the day gets on. ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
If ever household affections and
If ever household affections and loves are graceful things, they are graceful in the poor. The ties that bind the wealthy and the proud to home may be forged on earth, but those which link the poor man to his humble hearth are of the truer metal and bear the stamp of Heaven. ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
