Charles Dickens Quotes About Rain

• Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before--more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.

  Charles Dickens

  Sorry, Rain, Heart

  Charles Dickens (2016). “British Classics: Great Expectations”, p.132, The Planet

• One should never be ashamed to cry. Tears are rain on the dust of earth.

  Charles Dickens

  Rain, Dust, Tears

• Morning drew on apace. The air became more sharp and piercing, as its first dull hue: the death of night, rather than the birth of day: glimmered faintly in the sky. The objects which had looked dim and terrible in the darkness, grew more and more defined, and gradually resolved into their familiar shapes. The rain came down, thick and fast; and pattered, noisily, among the leafless bushes.

  Charles Dickens

  Morning, Rain, Night

  Charles Dickens (2016). “Oliver Twist”, p.173, Pan Macmillan

• To be shelterless and alone in the open country, hearing the wind moan and watching for day through the whole long weary night; to listen to the falling rain, and crouch for warmth beneath the lee of some old barn or rick, or in the hollow of a tree; are dismal things - but not so dismal as the wandering up and down where shelter is, and beds and sleepers are by thousands; a houseless rejected creature.

  Charles Dickens

  Country, War, Rain

  Charles Dickens (1867). “Barnaby Rudge: And, Hard Times”, p.90

• External heat and cold had little influence on Scrooge. No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty.

  Charles Dickens

  Rain, Fall, Wind

  Charles Dickens (1858). “A Christmas Carol”, p.3

• 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

• Under none of the accredited ghostly circumstances, and environed by none of the conventional ghostly surroundings, did I first make acquaintance with the house which is the subject of this Christmas piece. I saw it in the daylight, with the sun upon it. There was no wind, no rain, no lightning, no thunder, no awful or unwonted circumstance, of any kind, to heighten its effect.

  Charles Dickens

  Rain, Wind, House

  Charles Dickens (2016). “Ghost Stories”, p.139, Pan Macmillan

• The rain and hail pattered against the glass; the chimneys quaked and rocked; the crazy casement rattled with the wind, as though an impatient hand inside were striving to burst it open. But no hand was there, and it opened no more.

  Charles Dickens

  Crazy, Rain, Hands

  Charles Dickens (1867). “The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby”, p.500

• A blight had fallen on the trees and shrubs; and the wind, at length beginning to break the unnatural stillness that had prevailed all day, sighed heavily from time to time, as though foretelling in grief the ravages of the coming storm. The bat skimmed in fantastic flights through the heavy air, and the ground was alive with crawling things, whose instinct brought them forth to swell and fatten in the rain.

  Charles Dickens

  Grief, Rain, Air

  Charles Dickens (1870). “Novels”, p.38

• Up the two terrace flights of steps the rain ran wildly, and beat at the great door, like a swift messenger rousing those within;.

  Charles Dickens

  Nature, Rain, Doors

  Charles Dickens (2016). “A Tale of Two Cities (Falcon Classics) [The 50 Best Classic Books Ever - # 24]”, p.232, Charles Dickens

• Not only is the day waning, but the year. The low sun is fiery and yet cold behind the monastery ruin, and the Virginia creeper on the Cathedral wall has showered half its deep-red leaves down on the pavement. There has been rain this afternoon, and a wintry shudder goes among the little pools on the cracked, uneven flag-stones, and through the giant elm-trees as they shed a gust of tears.

  Charles Dickens

  Nature, Wall, Rain

  Charles Dickens (2009). “The Complete Works of Charles Dickens: Edwin Drood and Miscellaneous”, p.5, Cosimo, Inc.

• She forgot to be shy at the moment, in honestly warning him away from the sunken wreck he had a dream of raising; and looked at him with eyes which assuredly, in association with her patient face, her fragile figure, her spare dress, and the wind and rain, did not turn him from his purpose of helping her.

  Charles Dickens

  Dream, Rain, Eye

  Charles Dickens (2009). “The Complete Works of Charles Dickens (in 30 Volumes, Illustrated): Little Dorrit”, p.102, Cosimo, Inc.

• But tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble’s soul; his heart was waterproof. Like washable beaver hats that improve with rain, his nerves were rendered stouter and more vigorous, by showers of tears, which, being tokens of weakness, and so far tacit admissions of his own power, pleased and exalted him.

  Charles Dickens

  Rain, Heart, Soul

  Charles Dickens (2009). “The Complete Works of Charles Dickens: Oliver Twist”, p.272, Cosimo, Inc.

• The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung sluggishly above the chimney-tops as if it lacked the courage to rise, and the rain came slowly and doggedly down, as if it had not even the spirit to pour.

  Charles Dickens

  Rain, Dark, Air

  Charles Dickens (1838). “The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club”, p.347

• The heavy rain beat down the tender branches of vine and jessamine, and trampled on them in its fury; and when the lightning gleamed, it showed the tearful leaves shivering and cowering together at the window, and tapping at it urgently, as if beseeching to be sheltered from the dismal night.

  Charles Dickens

  Rain, Night, Weather

  Charles Dickens (1867). “The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit”, p.409

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