Charles Dickens Quotes About War

• 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

• Thus violent deeds live after men upon the earth, and traces of war and bloodshed will survive in mournful shapes long after those who worked the desolation are but atoms of earth themselves.

  Charles Dickens

  War, Men, Long

  Charles Dickens, Bernard Shaw, Charles Pears, Frederick Barnard (1912*). “Old curiosity shop; coloured reproductions from ... drawing by Fred Barnard”

• I believe that the heaviest blow ever dealt at liberty's head will be dealt by this nation in the ultimate failure of its example to the earth.

  Charles Dickens

  War, Believe, Blow

  Charles Dickens (1974). “The Pilgrim Edition of the Letters of Charles Dickens: Volume 3. 1842-1843”, OUP Oxford

• What is peace? Is it war? No. Is it strife? No. Is it lovely, and gentle, and beautiful, and pleasant, and serene, and joyful? O yes!

  Charles Dickens

  Beautiful, Peace, War

  Charles Dickens (1867). “Bleak House”, p.150

• Why am I always at war with myself? Why have I told, as if upon compulsion, what I knew all along I ought to have withheld? Why am I making a friend of this woman beside me, in spite of the whispers against her that I hear in my heart?

  Charles Dickens

  War, Heart, Character

  Charles Dickens (1868). “Charles Dickens's works. Charles Dickens ed. [18 vols. of a 21 vol. set. Wanting A child's history of England; Christmas stories; The mystery of Edwin Drood].”, p.301

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