New thoughts and hopes were whirling through my mind, and all the colors of my life were changing.
CHARLES DICKENSI loved you madly; in the distasteful work of the day, in the wakeful misery of the night, girded by sordid realities, or wandering through Paradises and Hells of visions into which I rushed, carrying your image in my arms, I loved you madly.
More Charles Dickens Quotes
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I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape.
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Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true.
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A very little key will open a very heavy door.
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When you drink of the water, don’t forget the spring from which it flows.
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Come, let’s be a comfortable couple and take care of each other! How glad we shall be, that we have somebody we are fond of always, to talk to and sit with.
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Accidentally consumed five biscuits when I wasn’t paying attention. Those biscuits are wily fellows – they leap in like sugary ninjas.
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Poetry makes life what lights and music do the stage.
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True love believes everything, and bears everything, and trusts everything.
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Minds, like bodies, will often fall into a pimpled, ill-conditioned state from mere excess of comfort.
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Vices are sometimes only virtues carried to excess!
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I have made up my mind that I must have money, Pa. I feel that I can’t beg it, borrow it, or steal it; and so I have resolved that I must marry it.
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I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
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Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces – and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper – love her, love her, love her!
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A day wasted on others is not wasted on one’s self.
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It is an old prerogative of kings to govern everything but their passions.
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