Charles Dickens Quotes About Soul

• Electric communication will never be a substitute for the face of someone who with their soul encourages another person to be brave and true.

  Charles Dickens

  Communication, Thought Provoking, Bravery

• I'll tell you," said she, in the same hurried passionate whisper, "what real love it. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to the smiter - as I did!

  Charles Dickens

  Love, Giving Up, Real

  Charles Dickens (2016). “British Classics: Great Expectations”, p.198, The Planet

• You have been the last dream of my soul.

  Charles Dickens

  Dream, Cities, Soul

  Charles Dickens (1873). “Tale of Two Cities”, p.95

• But, tears were not the things to find their way to Mr. Bumble's soul; his heart was waterproof.

  Charles Dickens

  Heart, Soul, Tears

  Charles Dickens (1839). “Oliver Twist”, p.142

• Industry is the soul of business and the keystone of prosperity.

  Charles Dickens

  Business, Soul, Prosperity

  Charles Dickens (2017). “A TALE OF TWO CITIES & BARNABY RUDGE (Historical Novels Set In the Time of Great Rebellions): The Riots of Eighty & French Revolution (Illustrated Classics with “The Life of Charles Dickens” & Criticism)”, p.563, e-artnow

• Nothing that we do, is done in vain. I believe, with all my soul, that we shall see triumph.

  Charles Dickens

  Believe, Soul, Triumph

  Charles Dickens (2015). “British Classics: A Tale of Two Cities (Illustrated)”, p.150, The Planet

• I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul...Since I knew you, I have been troubled by a remorse that I thought would never reproach me again, and have heard whispers from old voices impelling me upward, that I thought were silent for ever. I have had unformed ideas of striving afresh, beginning anew, shaking off sloth and sensuality, and fighting out the abandoned fight. A dream, all a dream, that ends in nothing, and leaves the sleeper where he lay down, but I wish you to know that you inspired it.

  Charles Dickens

  Dream, Fighting, Cities

• What are the odds so long as the fire of the soul is kindled at the taper of conviviality, and the wing of friendship never molts a feather?

  Charles Dickens

  Friendship, Fire, Odds

• Oh Agnes, Oh my soul, so may thy face be by me when I close my life indeed; so may I, when realities are melting from me, like the shadows which I now dismiss, still find thee near me, pointing upward!

  Charles Dickens

  Love, Reality, Soul

  Charles Dickens (1872). “A Cyclopedia of the Best Thoughts of Charles Dickens”, p.532

• It is one of those problems of human nature, which may be noted down, but not solved; - although Ralph felt no remorse at that moment for his conduct towards the innocent, true-hearted girl; although his libertine clients had done precisely what he had expected, precisely what he most wished, and precisely what would tend most to his advantage, still he hated them for doing it, from the very bottom of his soul.

  Charles Dickens

  Girl, Character, Interesting

  Charles Dickens (1854). “The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby ... With a Frontispiece from a Painting by T. Webster”, p.223

• I admire machinery as much is any man, and am as thankful to it as any man can be for what it does for us. But it will never be a substitute for the face of a man, with his soul in it, encouraging another man to be brave and true.

  Charles Dickens

  Inspirational, Men, Brave

  Charles Dickens (1868). “Christmas Stories from "Household Words" and "All the Year Round"”, p.135

• He was simply and staunchly true to his duty alike in the large case and in the small. So all true souls ever are. So every true soul ever was, ever is, and ever will be. There is nothing little to the really great in spirit.

  Charles Dickens

  Soul, Littles, Spirit

  Charles Dickens (1870). “The Mystery of Edwin Drood”, p.132, Castrovilli Giuseppe

• How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of my heart? What have you done, oh, Father, What have you done with the garden that should have bloomed once, in this great wilderness here? Said louisa as she touched her heart.

  Charles Dickens

  Father, Heart, Garden

  Charles Dickens “Hard Times”, W. W. Norton & Company

• I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. I see her, an old woman, weeping for me on the anniversary of this day. I see her and her husband, their course done, lying side by side in their last earthly bed, and I know that each was not more honoured and held sacred in the other's soul, than I was in the souls of both.

  Charles Dickens

  Husband, Lying, Heart

  Charles Dickens (2016). “A Tale of Two Cities”, p.348, Xist Publishing

• 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.

• She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may have met with her 'Ode to an Expiring Frog,' sir.

  Charles Dickens

  Funny, Humorous, Soul

  Charles Dickens (1838). “The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club”, p.185

• Go ye, who rest so placidly upon the sacred Bard who had been young, and when he strung his harp was old, and had never seen the righteous forsaken, or his seed begging their bread; go, Teachers of content and honest pride, into the mine, the mill, the forge, the squalid depths of deepest ignorance, and uttermost abyss of man's neglect, and say can any hopeful plant spring up in air so foul that it extinguishes the soul's bright torch as fast as it is kindled!

  Charles Dickens

  Teacher, Spring, Ignorance

  Charles Dickens (1844). “The Life and Adventures of Martin Chuzzlewit, His Relatives, Friends and Enemies: Comprising All His Wills and His Ways, with an Historical Record of what He Did, and what He Didn't ...”, p.245

• It is an exquisite and beautiful thing in our nature, that, when the heart is touched and softened by some tranquil happiness or affectionate feeling, the memory of the dead comes over it most powerfully and irresistibly. It would seem almost as though our better thoughts and sympathies were charms, in virtue of which the soul is enabled to hold some vague and mysterious intercourse with the spirits of those whom we loved in life. Alas! how often and how long may these patient angels hover around us, watching for the spell which is so soon forgotten!

  Charles Dickens

  Beautiful, Death, Memories

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