Now I am in the garden at the back . . . a very preserve of butterflies as I remember it, with a high fence, and a gate . . . where the fruit clusters on the trees, riper and richer than fruit has ever been since, in any other garden, and where my mother gathers some in a basket while I stand by, bolting furtive gooseberries, and trying to look unnerved.
Charles DickensSuffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.
Charles DickensThe New Year, like an Infant Heir to the whole world, was waited for, with welcomes, presents, and rejoicings.
Charles DickensI confess I have yet to learn that a lesson of the purest good may not be drawn from the vilest evil.
Charles Dickens