Charles Dickens Quotes About Driving

• When the wind is blowing and the sleet or rain is driving against the dark windows, I love to sit by the fire, thinking of what I have read in books of voyage and travel.

  Charles Dickens

  Rain, Book, Dark

  Charles Dickens (2015). “The Long Voyage”, p.3, Booklassic

• The night was dark, and a cold wind blew, driving the clouds, furiously and fast, before it. There was one black, gloomy mass that seemed to follow him: not hurrying in the wild chase with the others, but lingering sullenly behind, and gliding darkly and stealthily on. He often looked back at this, and, more than once, stopped to let it pass over; but, somehow, when he went forward again, it was still behind him, coming mournfully and slowly up, like a shadowy funeral train.

  Charles Dickens

  Dark, Night, Wind

  Charles Dickens (1870). “Novels”, p.482

• "Ay," said the Captain, reverentially; "it's a almighty element. There's wonders in the deep, my pretty. Think on it when the winds is roaring and the waves is rowling. Think on it when the stormy nights is so pitch dark," said the Captain, solemnly holding up his hook, "as you can't see your hand afore you, excepting when the wiwid lightning reweals the same; and when you drive, drive, drive through the storm and dark, as if you was a driving, head on, to the world without end."

  Charles Dickens

  Dark, Thinking, Night

  Charles Dickens (1872). “The Works of Charles Dickens”, p.280

• The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim, and morning, cold as they, slowly approached. Then, from behind a distant hill, the noble sun rose up, driving the mists in phantom shapes before it, and clearing the earth of their ghostly forms till darkness came again.

  Charles Dickens

  Morning, Nature, Stars

  Charles Dickens (1872). “A Cyclopedia of the Best Thoughts of Charles Dickens”, p.333

• The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed, at one time wholly obscuring her, at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendor and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, and shrouding everything in darkness.

  Charles Dickens

  Nature, Moon, Clouds

  Charles Dickens (1872). “Works”

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