Book: Adventures Of Oliver Twist

The people I gave the hot his love, lie in the grave; and though buried with them happiness and joy in my life, I turned my heart into a tomb and left it open to the best of my feelings. Deep sorrow only strengthened these feelings and clear them.

I had to be deceived by those who I tried to help.

The memories caused the peaceful rural landscapes that are alien to this world, his thoughts and hopes.

Those who throughout their working life have lived in densely populated, narrow streets and never longed for change, those for whom the habit has become second nature, and who almost to love each brick and stone that served as a border of their daily walks, these people, even they, when there hangs over them the hand of death, began at last to languish with desire to see at least a glimpse of the face of Nature.

The gentle melody, the sound of water in silence, the smell of a flower or a familiar word sometimes suddenly cause a vague recollection of something that never was in this life, the memory that disappears like a sigh, which awakened a fleeting thought about a happier existence, long past - a memory that cannot be called questionable memory voltage.

Softness and kindness, thousands of lights illuminating her face and not leaving it in the shade, and most importantly, smile, lovely, happy smile, were made for family, for peace and happiness at home.

The look of her was so fragile and perfect, so gentle and meek, so pure and beautiful that it seemed not her element, and brute creatures of the earth unsuitable for her companions.

How little it takes to disturb our weak spirit.

... To bring great good, you have the right to do a little evil and can use any means that will justified your intended purpose.

Painters always paint a lady more beautiful than they really are, otherwise they'd have no customers, my child. The man who invented the machine, removing the portraits would guess that it will not be a success. It is too true.

There is a drowsy state between sleep and awake, when you lie with half-closed eyes and half-aware of everything going on around you but in five minutes can position more than five nights, at least you held them tightly with my eyes closed, and your senses were immersed in a deep sleep.

This is a true story about the suffering, trials and grief, <...> and such stories are usually long; whether it's the story of cloudless joy and happiness, he would have been very short.

So influenced by our own thoughts even on the appearance of objects. People looking for nature and their neighbors and claiming that everything is dull and dark, the right; but the dark tones are a reflection of their own bile clouded eyes and hearts. In reality, however, paints a delicate and require a more clear vision.

There is no more cruel remorse than repentance useless...