Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape.
CHARLES DICKENSSuffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape.
CHARLES DICKENSCheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers, and are famous preservers of good looks.
CHARLES DICKENSVices are sometimes only virtues carried to excess!
CHARLES DICKENSNew thoughts and hopes were whirling through my mind, and all the colors of my life were changing.
CHARLES DICKENSThe broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.
CHARLES DICKENSIt is an old prerogative of kings to govern everything but their passions.
CHARLES DICKENSThe shadows of our own desires stand between us and our better angels, and thus their brightness is eclipsed.
CHARLES DICKENSHave a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
CHARLES DICKENSWhat greater gift than the love of a cat.
CHARLES DICKENSThe world belongs to those who set out to conquer it armed with self confidence and good humor.
CHARLES DICKENSI am what you designed me to be. I am your blade. You cannot now complain if you also feel the hurt.
CHARLES DICKENSNever,” said my aunt, “be mean in anything; never be false; never be cruel. Avoid those three vices, Trot, and I can always be hopeful of you.
CHARLES DICKENSI have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape.
CHARLES DICKENSThe whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.
CHARLES DICKENSCome, 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.
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.
CHARLES DICKENS