And there he sits, munching and gnawing, and looking up at the great cross on the summit of St. Paul’s Cathedral, glittering above a red-and-violet-tinted cloud of smoke. From the boy’s face one might suppose that sacred emblem to be, in his eyes, the crowning confusion of the great, confused city–so golden, so high up, so far out of his reach. ~ Bleak House
In love of home, the
In love of home, the love of country has its rise. ~ The Old Curiosity Shop
Affery, like greater people, had
Affery, like greater people, had always been right in her facts, and always wrong in the theories she deduced from them. ~ Little Dorrit
“O, Mrs. Clennam, Mrs. Clennam,”
“O, Mrs. Clennam, Mrs. Clennam,” said Little Dorrit, “angry feelings and unforgiving deeds are no comfort and no guide to you and me.” ~ Little Dorrit
In truth, no men on
In truth, no men on earth can cheer like Englishmen, who do so rally one another’s blood and spirit when they cheer in earnest, that the stir is like the rush of their whole history, with all its standards waving at once, from Saxon Alfred’s downwards. ~ Little Dorrit
And from that hour his
And from that hour his poor maimed spirit, only remembering the place where it had broken its wings, cancelled the dream through which it had since groped, and knew of nothing beyond the Marshalsea. ~ Little Dorrit
When I have heard him
When I have heard him talking to Papa during the sittings for the picture, I have sat wondering whether it could be that he has no belief in anybody else, because he has no belief in himself. ~ Little Dorrit
“She writhes under her life.
“She writhes under her life. A woman more angry, passionate, reckless, and revengeful never lived.” ~ Little Dorrit
To bring deserving things down
To bring deserving things down by setting undeserving things up is one of its perverted delights; and there is no playing fast and loose with the truth, in any game, without growing the worse for it. ~ Little Dorrit
The worst class of sum
The worst class of sum worked in the every-day world is cyphered by the diseased arithmeticians who are always in the rule of Subtraction as to the merits and successes of others, and never in Addition as to their own. ~ Little Dorrit
