Charles Dickens
- Country : United Kingdom
- Profession : Journalist, Poet And Playwright
- DOB: 1812-02-07
Charles Dickens, the eminent Victorian novelist, was born on February 7, 1812, in Portsmouth, England. His life, marked by adversity and literary success, encompassed a profound exploration of societal injustices. From humble beginnings, he rose to prominence as a journalist and author, penning classics such as “Oliver Twist,” “Great Expectations,” and “A Tale of Two Cities.” Dickens’s enduring legacy is rooted in his vivid characters and sharp critique of Victorian society’s ills. His work, often serialized in periodicals, remains influential, reflecting the struggles of the impoverished and illuminating the harsh realities of the 19th century. Dickens passed away on June 9, 1870, leaving an indelible mark on literature.
The potential of mechanical computation lies in its ability to handle large volumes of data with precision.
Author: Charles BabbageThe use of machines is, in its essence, the same as that of mathematics: to simplify the process of problem-solving.
Author: Charles BabbageCheerfulness and contentment are great beautifiers, and are famous preservers of good looks.
Author: Charles Dickens
Once for all; I knew to my sorrow, often and often, if not always, that I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
Author: Charles Dickens
Really, for a man who had been out of practice for so many years it was a splendid laugh!
Author: Charles Dickens
Nothing that we do, is done in vain. I believe, with all my soul, that we shall see triumph.
Author: Charles Dickens
I know enough of the world now to have almost lost the capacity of being much surprised by anything
Author: Charles Dickens
Every idiot who goes about with a ‘Merry Christmas’ on his lips should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart.
Author: Charles Dickens
Women can always put things in fewest words. Except when it’s blowing up; and then they lengthens it out.
Author: Charles Dickens
Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true.
Author: Charles Dickens
The cloud of caring for nothing, which overshadowed him with such a fatal darkness, was very rarely pierced by the light within him.
Author: Charles Dickens
I do not know the American gentleman, God forgive me for putting two such words together.
Author: Charles Dickens
It’s in vain to recall the past, unless it works some influence upon the present.
Author: Charles Dickens
I had considered how the things that never happen, are often as much realities to us, in their effects, as those that are accomplished.
Author: Charles Dickens
Never,” said my aunt, “be mean in anything; never be false; never be cruel. Avoid those three vices, Trot, and I can always be hopeful of you.
Author: Charles Dickens
And a beautiful world we live in, when it is possible, and when many other such things are possible, and not only possible, but done– done, see you!– under that sky there, every day.
Author: Charles Dickens
Although a skillful flatterer is a most delightful companion if you have him all to yourself, his taste becomes very doubtful when he takes to complimenting other people.
Author: Charles Dickens
I never could have done what I have done, without the habits of punctuality, order, and diligence, without the determination to concentrate myself on one object at a time.
Author: Charles Dickens
Liberty, equality, fraternity, or death; – the last, much the easiest to bestow, O Guillotine!
Author: Charles Dickens
There can be no disparity in marriage like unsuitability of mind and purpose.
Author: Charles Dickens
Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure nineteen six, result happiness. Annual income twenty pounds, annual expenditure twenty pound ought and six, result misery.
Author: Charles Dickens
Give me a moment, because I like to cry for joy. It’s so delicious, John dear, to cry for joy.
Author: Charles Dickens
No varnish can hide the grain of the wood; and that the more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself.
Author: Charles Dickens
In a utilitarian age, of all other times, it is a matter of grave importance that fairy tales should be respected.” (Frauds on the Fairies, 1853)
Author: Charles Dickens
In the little world in which children have their existence, whosoever brings them up, there is nothing so finely perceived and so finely felt as injustice.
Author: Charles Dickens
And I am bored to death with it. Bored to death with this place, bored to death with my life, bored to death with myself.
Author: Charles Dickens
We changed again, and yet again, and it was now too late and too far to go back, and I went on. And the mists had all solemnly risen now, and the world lay spread before me.
Author: Charles Dickens
Then tell Wind and Fire where to stop,” returned madame; “but don’t tell me.
Author: Charles Dickens
Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.
Author: Charles Dickens
Moths, and all sorts of ugly creatures, hover about a lighted candle. Can the candle help it?
Author: Charles Dickens
I love your daughter fondly, dearly, disninterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her.
Author: Charles Dickens
Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.
Author: Charles Dickens
It is a pleasant world we live in, sir, a very pleasant world. There are bad people in it, Mr. Richard, but if there were no bad people, there would be no good lawyers.
Author: Charles Dickens
A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.
Author: Charles Dickens
Happiness is a gift and the trick is not to expect it, but to delight in it when it comes.
Author: Charles Dickens
For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child Himself.
Author: Charles Dickens
A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man.
Author: Charles Dickens
The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists.
Author: Charles Dickens
My advice is, never do to-morrow what you can do today. Procrastination is the thief of time. Collar him!
Author: Charles Dickens
I am what you designed me to be.I am your blade. You cannot now complain if you also feel the hurt
Author: Charles Dickens
I must be taken as I have been made. The success is not mine, the failure is not mine, but the two together make me.
Author: Charles Dickens
Think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you.
Author: Charles Dickens
Take nothing on its looks; take everything on evidence. There’s no better rule.
Author: Charles Dickens
Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show.
Author: Charles Dickens
So, throughout life, our worst weaknesses and meannesses are usually committed for the sake of the people whom we most despise.
Author: Charles Dickens
It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded.
Author: Charles Dickens
Family not only need to consist of merely those whom we share blood, but also for those whom we’d give blood.
Author: Charles Dickens
Spring is the time of year when it is summer in the sun and winter in the shade.
Author: Charles Dickens
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
Author: Charles Dickens
Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.
Author: Charles Dickens
The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.
Author: Charles Dickens
And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire.
Author: Charles Dickens
No one who can read, ever looks at a book, even unopened on a shelf, like one who cannot.
Author: Charles Dickens
There was a long hard time when I kept far from me the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth.
Author: Charles Dickens
Reflect upon your present blessings — of which every man has many — not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.
Author: Charles Dickens
In a word, I was too cowardly to do what I knew to be right, as I had been too cowardly to avoid doing what I knew to be wrong.
Author: Charles Dickens
Every traveler has a home of his own, and he learns to appreciate it the more from his wandering.
Author: Charles Dickens
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.
Author: Charles Dickens
It is a fair, even-handed, noble adjustment of things, that while there is infection in disease and sorrow, there is nothing in the world so irresistibly contagious as laughter and good humour.
Author: Charles Dickens
It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.
Author: Charles Dickens
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.
Author: Charles Dickens
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.
Author: Charles Dickens
Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but – I hope – into a better shape.
Author: Charles Dickens
I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.
Author: Charles Dickens