Book: The old curiosity shop

However, the people <...> often indulge their desires (sometimes highly questionable), and giving them visibility of heavy debt, are proud of their willingness to make sacrifices.

- You know how to listen?
Like most people, probably. If you're interested - listening, and no - I try to show interest.

- Because the memory of those who lie in these graves is short-lived. Put the people here are some of the plants and, at first, groom them, look after them and in the morning, afternoon, and evening. Then, suddenly, began to drop in here once a day, then once a week, once a month, then when I have to, and there is gone. Such signs of memory are short-lived. Summer flowers and they live longer.

There are strings in the human heart - an unexpected, strange, which forces the sound sometimes pure accident; strings, which have long been silent, not responding to calls the hottest, most passionate, and suddenly be moved against unintentional light touch. In the minds of the most oppressively or childishly undeveloped sleeping thoughts, and perhaps no ability, no experience is not going to call them to life if they don't manifest themselves like those great truths that inadvertently revealed to the researcher, when he poses the most clear and the most simple goal

A hard lesson for such a death, but learn it must, because it has a profound, all-encompassing truth. When death strikes the young, innocent beings and liberated souls leave the earthly shell, many deeds of love and mercy arise from dead ashes. The tears shed for the untimely graves, born good, give birth to bright feelings. In the footsteps of guidelinesi life are pure creation of the human spirit - they are not afraid of her power, and sullen the way of death shining path rises to heaven.

Here it is, before them motionless resting on his small cot. And the solemn silence of this room ceased to be a mystery to them. She died. What could be better than this dream, captivating the eye with its serenity, is not marred by the marks of suffering and pain. Death, it seemed, did not touch her, she seemed, just from the hands of the Creator, waiting for her breath of life. "When I die, put near me something that has loved the light and always had the sky above it". So she said in his final days. She died. Gentle, patient, noble Nell was dead. Bird - a pathetic little being that could crush with one finger - fun jumping in a cage, and a courageous heart her little mistress forever stopped beating. Where are the traces of early worries, the traces of grief, of fatigue? It's all gone. Her suffering also died, and from them were born happiness, illuminating now this beautiful, serene features.

... If she refuses to respect other women, the time would come when other women refuse to respect her, as she will be very, very sorry.

I don't mind to chat and poblagodarite at the tea table, the more that this contributes to a lot of the presence of such seductive things, like butter and soft rolls.

People are furiously squabbling among themselves, rather than to luxuriate in mutual consent.

... Between miss Sophia Wells and humble young man who has the privilege of conversing with you, was born hot and tender feelings - feelings is a very noble and sublime properties.

Come on, let's wave a hand to all of the evidence, on common sense, on the evidence of their own senses and life experience and will unconditionally support the myth.

Our conscience - the subject of a flexible and resilient - has the ability to stretch and be applied to different circumstances.

... Cunning often fall into the trap of attributing to others their own calculations.

What happened between us, should be attributed solely due to a characteristic of I the ardor of the senses, for sparkling wine and other alcoholic drinks here.