"It's nothing," returned Mrs Chick. "It's merely change of weather. We must expect change."

"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past." "Long past?" inquired Scrooge…. "No. Your past."

A new heart for a New Year, always!

We'll start to forget a place once we left it

The important thing is this: to be ready at any moment to sacrifice what you are for what you could become.

I remember him as something left behind upon the road of life—as something I have passed, rather than have actually been—and almost think of him as of someone else.

The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.

Yes, sir," said I; "him too; late of this parish.

It's in vain, Trot, to recall the past, unless it works some influence upon the present.

the possessor of such great expectations,—farewell, monotonous acquaintances of my childhood, henceforth I was for London and greatness;

I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the writing on this stone!

I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future!" Scrooge repeated, as he scrambled out of bed. "The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. Oh Jacob Marley! Heaven, and the Christmas Time be praised for this!