Quotes related to 1 Peter 4:8
A silent look of affection and regard when all other eyes are turned coldly away--the consciousness that we possess the sympathy and affection of one being when all others have deserted us--is a hold, a stay, a comfort, in the deepest affliction, which no wealth could purchase, or power bestow.
— Charles Dickens
As good as gold [Tiny Tim].
— Charles Dickens
But I am sure that I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round...as a good time a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely.
— Charles Dickens
Never close your lips to those whom you have already opened your heart.
— Charles Dickens
Love her, love her, love her! If she favours you, love her. If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces — and as it gets older and stronger, it will tear deeper — love her, love her, love her!
— Charles Dickens
Family not only need to consist of merely those whom we share blood, but also for those whom we'd give blood.
— Charles Dickens
I love your daughter fondly, dearly, disninterestedly, devotedly. If ever there were love in the world, I love her.
— Charles Dickens
A heart well worth winning, and well won. A heart that, once won, goes through fire and water for the winner, and never changes, and is never daunted.
— Charles Dickens
If she wounds you, love her. If she tears your heart to pieces-- love her, love her, love her!
— Charles Dickens
What is the secret, my darling, of your being everything to all of us, as if there werre only one of us, yet never seeming to be hurried, or to have too much to do? -Darney to Lucie
— Charles Dickens
Scanty and insufficient suppers those, and innocent of meat, as if most other sauce to wretched bread. Yet, human fellowship infused some nourishment into the flinty viands, and struck some sparks of cheerfulness out of them. Fathers and mothers who had had their full share in the worst of the day, played gently with their meager children; and lovers, with such a word around then and before them, loved and hoped.
— Charles Dickens
I went away, dear Agnes, loving you. I stayed away, loving you. I returned home, loving you!
— Charles Dickens