The Chimes Quotes

“A new heart for a New Year, always!”
― Charles Dickens, The Chimes

“So may the New Year be a happy one to you, happy to many more whose happiness depends on you!”
― Charles Dickens, The Chimes

“Every man thinks his own geese swans.”
― Charles Dickens, The Cricket on the Hearth

“That I growed up a man and not a beast says something for me.”
― Charles Dickens, The Chimes

“It seems as if we can’t go right, or do right, or be righted,’ said Toby. ‘I hadn’t much schooling, myself, when I was young; and I can’t make out whether we have any business on the face of the earth, or not. Sometimes I think we must have a little; and sometimes I think we must be intruding. I get so puzzled sometimes that I am not even able to make up my mind whether there is any good at all in us, or whether we are born bad. We seem to do dreadful things; we seem to give a deal of trouble; we are always being complained of and guarded against. One way or another, we fill the papers. Talk of a New Year!’ said Toby, mournfully.”
― Charles Dickens, The Chimes

“The Spirit of your child bewails the dead, and mingles with the dead—dead hopes, dead fancies, dead imaginings of youth,’ returned the Bell, ‘but she is living. Learn from her life, a living truth. Learn from the creature dearest to your heart, how bad the bad are born. See every bud and leaf plucked one by one from off the fairest stem, and know how bare and wretched it may be. Follow her! To desperation!”
― Charles Dickens, The Chimes

“It’s a dark night, sang the kettle, and the rotten leaves are lying by the way; and, above, all is mist and darkness, and, below, all is mire and clay; and there’s only one relief in all the sad and murky air; and I don’t know that it is one, for it’s nothing but a glare; of deep and angry crimson, where the sun and wind together; set a brand upon the clouds for being guilty of such weather; and the widest open country is a long dull streak of black; and there’s hoar–frost on the finger–post, and thaw upon the track; and the ice it isn’t water, and the water isn’t free; and you couldn’t say that anything is what it ought to be; but he’s coming, coming, coming!—”
― Charles Dickens, The Cricket on the Hearth

“The voice of Time, ' said the Phantom, 'cries to man, Advance! Time is for his advancement and improvement; for his greater worth, his greater happiness, his better life; his progress onward to that goal within its knowledge and its view, and set there, in the period when Time and He began. Ages of darkness, wickedness, and violence, have come and gone--millions uncountable, have suffered, lived, and died-- to point the way before him. Who seeks to turn him back, or stay him on his course, arrests a mighty engine which will strike the meddler dead; and be the fiercer and the wilder, ever, for its momentary check!”
― Charles Dickens, The Chimes

“Caleb was no Sorcerer, but in the only magic art that still remains to us: the magic of devoted, deathless love:”
― Charles Dickens, The Cricket on the Hearth A Fairy Tale of Home

“The bird that can sing and won't sing, must be made to sing, they say,' grumbled Tackleton.”
― Charles Dickens, The Cricket on the Hearth

“A man may live to be as old as Methuselah,’ said Mr. Filer, ‘and may labour all his life for the benefit of such people as those; and may heap up facts on figures, facts on figures, facts on figures, mountains high and dry; and he can no more hope to persuade ’em that they have no right or business to be married, than he can hope to persuade ’em that they have no earthly right or business to be born. And that we know they haven’t. We reduced it to a mathematical certainty long ago!”
― Charles Dickens, The Chimes

“I must bear the consequences as I deserve!”
― Charles Dickens, The Cricket on the Hearth

“Toby's nose was very red, and his eye-lids were very red, and he winked very much, and his shoulders were very near his ears and his legs were very stiff, and altogether he was evidently a long way upon the frosty of cool.”
― Charles Dickens, The Chimes

“Caleb was no sorcerer, but in the only magic art that still remains to us, the magic of devoted, deathless love, Nature had been the mistress of his study; and from her teaching, all the wonder came.”
― Charles Dickens, The Cricket on the Hearth

“Ow if you please don't! Ow, what has everybody gone and been and done with everybody, making everybody else so wretched!
Ow-w-w-w!”
― Charles Dickens, The Cricket on the Hearth

“I have said that Caleb and his poor Blind Daughter lived here.  I should have said that Caleb lived here, and his poor Blind Daughter somewhere else - in an enchanted home of Caleb’s furnishing, where scarcity and shabbiness were not, and trouble never entered.  Caleb was no sorcerer, but in the only magic art that still remains to us, the magic of devoted, deathless love, Nature had been the mistress of his study; and from her teaching, all the wonder came.”
― Charles Dickens, The Cricket on the Hearth

“Gruff and Tackleton was also there, doing the agreeable; with the evident sensation of being as perfectly at home, and as unquestionably in his own element, as a fresh young salmon on the top of the Great Pyramid.”
― Charles Dickens, The Cricket on the Hearth

“Boxer, feeling that his attentions were due to the family in general, and must be impartially distributed, dashed in and out with bewildering inconstancy; now, describing a circle of short barks round the horse, where he was being rubbed down at the stable-door; now feigning to make savage rushes at his mistress, and facetiously bringing himself to sudden stops; now, eliciting a shriek from Tilly Slowboy, in the low nursing-chair near the fire, by the unexpected application of his moist nose to her countenance; now, exhibiting an obtrusive interest in the baby; now, going round and round upon the hearth, and lying down as if he had established himself for the night; now, getting up again, and taking that nothing of a fag-end of a tail of his, out into the weather, as if he had just remembered an appointment, and was off, at a round trot, to keep it.”
― Charles Dickens, The Cricket on the Hearth

“In ziua aceea, anul era batran de tot. Inconjurat de mustrarile si grosolaniile celor ce-l defaimau, isi urmase rabdator drumul, facadu-si constiincios datoria. Primavara, vara, toamna, iarna. Strabatuse crugul ce-i fusese harazit si acum isi culca ostenit capul, asteptand sa moara. Lipsit de nadejdi, de dorinte si de fericire, dar aducand altora multe bucurii, in ziua mortii sale el ii ruga pe oameni sa-si aduca aminte de zilele lui de truda si de ceasurile sale de suferinta si sa-l lase sa moara in pace.”
― Charles Dickens, The Chimes

“You never will derive so much delight from seeing a glorious little woman in the arms of a third party, as you would have felt if you had seen Dot run into the Carrier’s embrace.  It was the most complete, unmitigated, soul-fraught little piece of earnestness that ever you beheld in all your days.”
― Charles Dickens, The Cricket on the Hearth

“And all was Caleb’s doing; all the doing of her simple father!  But he too had a Cricket on his Hearth; and listening sadly to its music when the motherless Blind Child was very young, that Spirit had inspired him with the thought that even her great deprivation might be almost changed into a blessing, and the girl made happy by these little means.  For all the Cricket tribe are potent Spirits, even though the people who hold converse with them do not know it (which is frequently the case); and there are not in the unseen world, voices more gentle and more true, that may be so implicitly relied on, or that are so certain to give none but tenderest counsel, as the Voices in which the Spirits of the Fireside and the Hearth address themselves to human kind.”
― Charles Dickens, The Cricket on the Hearth

“He was often near to something or other very clever, by his own account: this lumbering, slow, honest John; this John so heavy, but so light of spirit; so rough upon the surface, but so gentle at the core; so dull without, so quick within; so stolid, but so good!  Oh Mother Nature, give thy children the true poetry of heart that hid itself in this poor Carrier’s breast”
― Charles Dickens, The Cricket on the Hearth

“There are not many people—and as it is desirable that a story-teller and a story-reader should establish a mutual understanding as soon as possible, I beg it to be noticed that I confine this observation neither to young people nor to little people, but extend it to all conditions of people: little and big, young and old: yet growing up, or already growing down again—there are not, I say, many people who would care to sleep in a church.”
― Charles Dickens, The Chimes

“various marvels concerning parrots, and mines, and Mexicans,”
― Charles Dickens, The Cricket on the Hearth