Author of quotes: Charles Dickens. Page 3

Here's another crazy one. Some pathetic scribe, with a salary of fifteen shillings, burdened with a wife and children, and there he talks about merry Christmastide! It’s time to run away from such people into Bedlam!

You never know there are good things in the world that were of no use to me. At least the Christmas holidays. These are joyful days - days of mercy, kindness, forgiveness. These are the only days in the entire calendar when people, as if by tacit agreement, freely open their hearts to each other and see in their neighbors - even the poor and disadvantaged - the same people as themselves, wandering the same road to the grave with them, and not some beings of a different breed who should take a different path.

Not a single beggar dared to reach out to him for alms, not a single child dared to ask him what time it was, and not a single soul in his life ever asked him to show the way. It seemed that even the dogs, the guide dogs of the blind, understood what kind of person he was and, seeing him, they hurried to drag their owner into the first entrance or gateway they came across, and then wagged their tail for a long time, as if saying: Yes

What a badass he was, that Scrooge! This is someone who knew how to squeeze out juices, pull out veins, hammer into a coffin, rake, seize, grab, extort... The old sinner knew how, he knew how!

As the shadow of the last, eternal separation falls on all partings, so the empty rooms, having lost their inhabitants, sadly whisper about how your and my room will inevitably one day be.

He who is unreliable in one thing is unreliable in everything.

... Death equates the powerful of this world and the small ones...

... Suspicions can go very far - just give them free rein.

So that's what happens in life. Worldly goods are not equally distributed, but there is no need to grumble.

Died, Your Majesty. Died, milords and gentlemen. Died, you, reverends and dissimulate ministers of all cults. Died, you people; but heaven has given you compassion. And so they die around us every day.

How strange it is that in the heart of the civilized world it is more difficult to shelter a person than a stray dog.

Every little thing can seem dangerous when viewed from this point of view.

When events of national importance occur, the patriotic cause can also be served by dancing ...

Who can read in hearts? ..