Remember, to the last, that while there is life there is hope.
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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One should never be ashamed to cry. Tears are rain on the dust of earth.
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Man cannot really improve himself without improving others.
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Do all the good you can and make as little fuss about it as possible.
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A loving heart is the truest wisdom.
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It’s in vain to recall the past, unless it works some influence upon the present.
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Life is made of ever so many partings welded together.
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Death may beget life, but oppression can beget nothing other than itself.
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Everybody said so. Far be it from me to assert that what everybody says must be true. Everybody is, often, as likely to be wrong as right.
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The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.
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Never,” 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.
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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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Reflect upon your present blessings of which every man has many – not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.
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Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, are all very good words for the lips.
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I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.
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I 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







