Dickens writes that an event, "began to be forgotten, as most affairs are, when wonder, having no fresh food to support it, dies away of itself.
Charles DickensShe had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes; eyes that were very pretty and very good.
Charles Dickens... still his philanthropy was of that gunpowderous sort that the difference between it and animosity was hard to determine.
Charles DickensHe lived in chambers that had once belonged to his deceased partner. They were a gloomy suite of rooms, in a lowering pile of building up a yard, where it had so little business to be, that one could scarcely help fancying it must have run there when it was a young house, playing at hide-and-seek with other houses, and forgotten the way out again.
Charles Dickens