{"author":"Charles Dickens","author_id":"Charles+Dickens","total_quotes":449,"quotes":[{"text":"The unqualified truth is, that when I loved Estella with the love of a man, I loved her simply because I found her irresistible. 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. Once for all; I love her none the less because I knew it, and it had no more influence in restraining me, than if I had devoutly believed her to be human perfection .","author":"Charles Dickens","tags":["blind","great-writers","love","truth"],"id":2251,"author_id":"Charles+Dickens"},{"text":"I found myself with a perseverance worthy of a much better cause.","author":"Charles Dickens","tags":["discipleship","focus","materialism","obsessions","openness"],"id":5846,"author_id":"Charles+Dickens"},{"text":"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","tags":["communication","psychology"],"id":5873,"author_id":"Charles+Dickens"},{"text":"Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world.","author":"Charles Dickens","tags":["life","wisdom"],"id":6646,"author_id":"Charles+Dickens"},{"text":"He was too well accustomed to suffering, and had suffered too much where he was, to bewail the prospect of change very severely.","author":"Charles Dickens","tags":["suffering"],"id":7242,"author_id":"Charles+Dickens"},{"text":"There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.","author":"Charles Dickens","tags":["books","writing"],"id":7488,"author_id":"Charles+Dickens"},{"text":"I loved her against reason, against promise, against peace, against hope, against happiness, against all discouragement that could be.","author":"Charles Dickens","tags":["love"],"id":8580,"author_id":"Charles+Dickens"},{"text":"She was a most wonderful woman for prowling about the house. How she got from story to story was a mystery beyond solution. A lady so decorous in herself, and so highly connected, was not to be suspected of dropping over the banisters or sliding down them, yet her extraordinary facility of locomotion suggested the wild idea. Another noticeable circumstance in Mrs. Sparsit was, that she was never hurried. She would shoot with consummate velocity from the roof to the hall, yet would be in full possession of her breath and dignity on the moment of her arrival there. Neither was she ever seen by human vision to go at a great pace.","author":"Charles Dickens","tags":["humorous"],"id":10600,"author_id":"Charles+Dickens"},{"text":"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. To begin my life with the beginning of my life, I record that I was born (as I have been informed and believe) on a Friday, at twelve o’clock at night. It was remarked that the clock began to strike, and I began to cry, simultaneously.","author":"Charles Dickens","tags":["babies","birth","clocks","coincidence","famous-beginnings","heroes","midnight"],"id":10731,"author_id":"Charles+Dickens"},{"text":"It is a dreadful thing to wait and watch for the approach of death; to know that hope is gone, and recovery impossible; and to sit and count the dreary hours through long, long, nights - such nights as only watchers by the bed of sickness know. It chills the blood to hear the dearest secrets of the heart, the pent-up, hidden secrets of many years, poured forth by the unconscious helpless being before you; and to think how little the reserve, and cunning of a whole life will avail, when fever and delirium tear off the mask at last. Strange tales have been told in the wanderings of dying men; tales so full of guilt and crime, that those who stood by the sick person's couch have fled in horror and affright, lest they should be scared to madness by what they heard and saw; and many a wretch has died alone, raving of deeds, the very name of which, has driven the boldest man away.('The Drunkard's Death').","author":"Charles Dickens","tags":["deathbed","deathbed-confession","dying","dying-last-words"],"id":11299,"author_id":"Charles+Dickens"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":449,"pages":45,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}