I am not old, but my young way was never the way to age.
I am not old, but my young way was never the way to age.
That glorious vision of doing good is so often the sanguine mirage of so many good minds.
I distress you; I draw fast to an end.
The air among the houses was of so strong a piscatory flavour that one might have supposed sick fish went up to be dipped in it, as sick people went down to be dipped in the sea.
I love your daughter fondly, dearly, disninterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her.
The cloud of caring for nothing, which overshadowed him with such a fatal darkness, was very rarely pierced by the light within him.
A multitude of people and yet solitude.
I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss, and, in their struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long years to come, I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth, gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out...
The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the courtyard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with red upon it that the sun had never give, and would never take away.
All through it, I have known myself to be quite undeserving. 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- a fire, however, inseparable in its nature from myself, quickening nothing, lighting nothing, doing no service, idly burning away.
In seasons of pestilence, some of us will have a secret attraction to the disease--a terrible passing inclination to die of it.
The leprosy of unreality disfigured every human creature in attendance.
Among these, accordingly, much discoursing with spirits went on - and it did a world of good which never became manifest.
In the moonlight which is always sad, as the light of the sun itself is--as the light called human life is--at its coming and its going.
There is prodigious strength in sorrow and despair.
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.
It was so like Smith's work, so much more like the top of a strongly spiked wall than a head of hair, that the best of players at leap-frog might have declined him, as the most dangerous man in the world to go over.
Vengeance and retribution require a long time; it is the rule.
Crush humanity out of shape once more, under similar hammers, and it will twist itself into the same tortured forms. Sow the same seeds of rapacious licence and oppression over again, and it will surely yield the same fruit according to its kind.
Liberty, equality, fraternity, or death; - the last, much the easiest to bestow, O Guillotine!
We men of business, who serve a House, are not our own masters. We have to think of the House more than ourselves
Death may beget life, but oppression can beget nothing other than itself.
Mr. Cruncher... always spoke of the year of our Lord as Anna Dominoes: apparently under the impression that the Christian era dated from the invention of a popular game, by a lady who had bestowed her name upon it.
You have been the last dream of my soul.
Detestation of the high is the involuntary homage of the low.
No vivacious Bacchanalian flame leaped out of the pressed grape of Monsieur Defarge: but, a smouldering fire that burnt in the dark lay hidden in the dregs of it.
You speak so feelingly and so manfully, Charles Darnay
Don't let your sober face elate you, however; you don't know what it may come to
Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.
You touch some of the reasons for my going, not for my staying away.
Drive him fast to his tomb. This, from Jacques.
Nothing that we do, is done in vain. I believe, with all my soul, that we shall see triumph.
Good never come of such evil, a happier end was not in nature to so unhappy a beginning.
Of little worth as life is when we misuse it, it is worth that effort. It would cost nothing to lay down if it were not.
He knew enough of the world to know that there is nothing in it better than the faithful service of the heart.
Other sound than the owl's voice there was none, save the falling of a fountain into its stone basin; for, it was one of those dark nights that hold their breath by the hour together, and then heave a long low sigh, and hold their breath again.
I am a disappointed drudge, sir. I care for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me
REMEMBER HOW STRONG WE ARE IN OUR HAPPINESS, AND HOW WEAK HE IS IN IS MISERY!
I am no more annoyed when I think of the expression, than I should be annoyed by a man's opinion of a picture of mine, who had no eye for pictures; or of a piece of music of mine, who had no ear for music.
Speak well of the law. Take care of your chest and voice, my good friend, and leave the law to take care of itself. I give you that advice
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