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love lost-youth ideas
I don't remember who was there, except Dora. I have not the least idea what we had for dinner, besides Dora. My impression is, that I dined off Dora, entirely, and sent away half-a-dozen plates untouched. I sat next to her. I talked to her. She had the most delightful little voice, the gayest little laugh, the pleasantest and most fascinating little ways, that ever led a lost youth into hopeless slavery. She was rather diminutive altogether. So much the more precious, I thought. Charles Dickens
love mind unhappy
There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose. Charles Dickens
love friendship relationship
Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart. Charles Dickens
love powerful disappointment
Mystery and disappointment are not absolutely indispensable to the growth of love, but they are, very often, its powerful auxiliaries. Charles Dickens
love honesty heart
To conceal anything from those to whom I am attached, is not in my nature. I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart. Charles Dickens
love mean men
You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell. What I mean is that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me. You could draw me to fire, you could draw me to water, you could draw me to the gallows, you could draw me to any death, you could draw me to anything I have most avoided, you could draw me to any exposure and disgrace. This and the confusion of my thoughts, so that I am fit for nothing, is what I mean by your being the ruin of me. Charles Dickens
love lying men
What lawsuits grow out of the graves of rich men, every day; sowing perjury, hatred, and lies among near kindred, where there should be nothing but love! Charles Dickens
love night reality
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
love christmas education
I will honor Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. Charles Dickens
memories book writing
Memory is the friend of wit, but the treacherous ally of invention; there are many books that owe their success to two things; good memory of those who write them, and the bad memory of those who read them Charles Caleb Colton
memories appreciate literature
Contemporaries appreciate the person rather than their merit, posterity will regard the merit rather than the person. Charles Caleb Colton
memories mind firsts
Of all the faculties of the mind, memory is the first that flourishes, and the first that dies. Charles Caleb Colton
memories book reader
Many books owe their success to the good memories of their authors and the bad memories of their readers. Charles Caleb Colton
memories teaching should-have
All preceptors should have that kind of genius described by Tacitus, "equal to their business, but not above it;" a patient industry, with competent erudition; a mind depending more on its correctness than its originality, and on its memory rather than on its invention. Charles Caleb Colton
memories green lord
Lord, keep my memory green. Charles Dickens
memories husband men
I revere the memory of Mr. F. as an estimable man and most indulgent husband, only necessary to mention Asparagus and it appeared or to hint at any little delicate thing to drink and it came like magic in a pint bottle; it was not ecstasy but it was comfort. Charles Dickens
memories dictator amnesia
Where would dictators be without our compliant amnesia? Make the collective lose its memory, you can conceal anything. Charles Stross
memories liberty might
If I forget, then it might as well never have happened. Memory is liberty. Charles Stross
passion pride ill-will
There are some upon this earth of yours,' returned the Spirit, 'who lay claim to know us, and who do their deeds of passion, pride, ill-will, hatred, envy, bigotry, and selfishness in our name; who are as strange to us and all our kith and kin, as if they had never lived. Remember that, and charge their doings on themselves, not us. Charles Dickens
passion hunting breasts
There is a passion for hunting something deeply implanted in the human breast. Charles Dickens
passion exercise order
Repartee is perfect when it effects its purpose with a double edge. It is the highest order of wit, as it indicates the coolest yet quickest exercise of genius, at a moment when the passions are roused. Charles Caleb Colton
passion greed may
The avarice of the miser may be termed the grand sepulchral of all his other passions, as they successively decay. Charles Caleb Colton
passion sloth causes
There is a holy love and a holy rage, and our best virtues never glow so brightly as when our passions are excited in the cause. Sloth, if it has prevented many crimes, has also smothered many virtues; and the best of us are better when roused. Charles Caleb Colton
passion swings giving
By privileges, immunities, or prerogatives to give unlimited swing to the passions of individuals, and then to hope that they will restrain them, is about as reasonable as to expect that the tiger will spare the hart to browse upon the herbage. Charles Caleb Colton
passion men wind
The breast of a good man is a little heaven commencing on earth; where the Deity sits enthroned with unrivaled influence, every subjugated passion, "like the wind and storm, fulfilling his word. Charles Caleb Colton
passion suffering blinded
So blinded are we by our passions, that we suffer more to be damned than to be saved. Charles Caleb Colton
passion thinking gentleman
A display of indifference to all the actions and passions of mankind was not supposed to be such a distinguished quality at that time, I think, as I have observed it to be considered since. I have known it very fashionable indeed. I have seen it displayed with such success, that I have encountered some fine ladies and gentlemen who might as well have been born caterpillars. Charles Dickens