Charles Dickens
Charles Dickens
Charles John Huffam Dickenswas an English writer and social critic. He created some of the world's best-known fictional characters and is regarded as the greatest novelist of the Victorian era. His works enjoyed unprecedented popularity during his lifetime, and by the twentieth century critics and scholars had recognised him as a literary genius. His novels and short stories enjoy lasting popularity...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth7 February 1812
thanksgiving thankful gratitude
Reflect upon your present blessings
art children natural
Be natural my children. For the writer that is natural has fulfilled all the rules of art.
writing hair fire
Prowling about the rooms, sitting down, getting up, stirring the fire, looking out the window, teasing my hair, sitting down to write, writing nothing, writing something and tearing it up...
respect men thinking
It is well for a man to respect his own vocation whatever it is and to think himself bound to uphold it and to claim for it the respect it deserves
christmas honesty hands
Christmas was close at hand, in all his bluff and hearty honesty; it was the season of hospitality, merriment, and open-heartedness; the old year was preparing, like an ancient philosopher, to call his friends around him, and amidst the sound of feasting and revelry to pass gently and calmly away.
moon light tree
There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands.
paris world made
What an immense impression Paris made upon me. It is the most extraordinary place in the world!
sympathy eye looks
A silent look of affection and regard when all other eyes are turned coldly away-the consciousness that we possess the sympathy and affection of one being when all others have deserted us-is a hold, a stay, a comfort, in the deepest affliction, which no wealth could purchase, or power bestow.
heart lips my-heart
I can never close my lips where I have opened my heart
new-year years world
The New Year, like an Infant Heir to the whole world, was waited for, with welcomes, presents, and rejoicings.
god lasts tiny
God bless us every one! said Tiny Tim, the last of all.
couple hands people
It was a good thing to have a couple of thousand people all rigid and frozen together, in the palm of one's hand.
winter darkness scrooge
Darkness is cheap, and Scrooge liked it.
love saws pausing
She was more than human to me. She was a Fairy, a Sylph. I don't know what she was, anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted. I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant. There was no pausing on the brink, no looking down, or looking back. I was gone, headlong, before I had sense to say a word to her.