Quotes about Reflection
Rarely did that hour of the evening come, rarely did I wake at night, rarely did I look up at the moon, or stars, or watch the falling rain, or hear the wind, but I thought of his solitary figure toiling on, poor pilgrim, and recalled the words: "I'm a-going to seek her, fur and wide. If any hurt should come to me, remember that the last words I left for her was, 'My unchanged love is with my darling child, and I forgive her!
— Charles Dickens
She led me to believe we will going fast because her thoughts were going fast.
— Charles Dickens
One always begins to forgive a place as soon as it's left behind;
— 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. But, since my duty has not been incompatible with the admission of that remembrance, I have given it a place in my heart.
— Charles Dickens
I have such unmanageable thoughts,' returned his sister, 'that they will wonder.' 'Then
— Charles Dickens
The beer has reminded me that I forgot.
— Charles Dickens
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.
— Charles Dickens
?leride ne yapaca??n? hiç dü?ündün mü?" "Hay?r. ?lerisiyle ilgili herhangi bir ?ey dü?ünmekten korkuyorum çünkü.
— Charles Dickens
To stop the clock of busy existence at the hour when we were personally sequestered from it, to suppose mankind stricken motionless when we were brought to a stand-still, to be unable to measure the changes beyond our view by any larger standard than the shrunken one of our own uniform and contracted existence, is the infirmity of many invalids, and the mental unhealthiness of almost all recluses.
— Charles Dickens
I will live in the Past, Present and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach.
— Charles Dickens
All this, I say, is yesterday's event. Events of later date have floated from me to the shore where all forgotten things will reappear, but this stands like a high rock in the ocean.
— Charles Dickens
Who suffers by his ill whims! Himself, always.
— Charles Dickens