In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong. ~ Great Expectations
“Drat that boy,” interposed my
“Drat that boy,” interposed my sister, frowning at me over her work, “what a questioner he is. Ask no questions, and you’ll be told no lies.” ~ Great Expectations
“Esther, it’s enough to make
“Esther, it’s enough to make anybody but me jealous,” said Caddy, laughing and shaking her head; “but it only makes me joyful, for you are the first friend I ever had, and the best friend I ever can have, and nobody can respect and love you too much to please me.” ~ Bleak House
She raised me, sat in
She raised me, sat in her chair, and standing me before her, said slowly in a cold, low voice–I see her knitted brow and pointed finger–“Your mother, Esther, is your disgrace, and you were hers.” ~ Bleak House
My dear old doll!
My dear old doll! I was such a shy little thing that I seldom dared to open my lips, and never dared to open my heart, to anybody else. ~ Bleak House
He appeared to enjoy beyond
He appeared to enjoy beyond everything the sound of his own voice. I couldn’t wonder at that, for it was mellow and full and gave great importance to every word he uttered. He listened to himself with obvious satisfaction and sometimes gently beat time to his own music with his head or rounded a sentence with his hand. ~ Bleak House
Mr. Tulkinghorn, sitting in the
Mr. Tulkinghorn, sitting in the twilight by the open window, enjoys his wine. As if it whispered to him of its fifty years of silence and seclusion, it shuts him up the closer. More impenetrable than ever, he sits, and drinks, and mellows as it were in secrecy, pondering at that twilight hour on all the mysteries he knows. ~ Bleak House
Idiots Talk of Energy
“Then idiots talk,” said Eugene, leaning back, folding his arms, smoking with his eyes shut, and speaking slightly through his nose, “of Energy. If there is a word in the dictionary under any letter from A to Z that I abominate, it is energy.” ~ Our Mutual Friend
It was a cold hard
It was a cold hard easterly morning when he latched the garden gate and turned away. The light snowfall which had feathered his schoolroom windows on the Thursday, still lingered in the air, and was falling white, while the wind blew black. ~ Our Mutual Friend
Love is in all things
Love is in all things a most wonderful teacher. ~ Our Mutual Friend
