Charles Dickens Quotes About Youth

• A boy's story is the best that is ever told.

  Charles Dickens

  Time, Son, Boys

  Charles Dickens (2009). “The Complete Works of Charles Dickens: Christmas Stories”, p.441, Cosimo, Inc.

• Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childhood days, recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth, and transport the traveler back to his own fireside and quiet home!

  Charles Dickens

  Funny, Christmas, Xmas

  "The Pickwick Papers". Book by Charles Dickens, 1836.

• Both Miss Lavinia and Miss Clarissa had a superstition, however, that he would have declared his passion, if he had not been cut short in his youth (at about sixty) by over-drinking his constitution, and over-doing an attempt to set it right again by swilling Bath water.

  Charles Dickens

  Funny, Humorous, Drinking

  Charles Dickens (2016). “Charles Dickens Six Pack: Six Dickens Classics”, p.1249, Enhanced Media Publishing

• ... Treachery don't come natural to beaming youth; but trust and pity, love and constancy,-they do, thank God!

  Charles Dickens

  Pity Love, Words Of Wisdom, Thank God

  Charles Dickens (1870). “Novels”, p.270

• The first diabolical character who intruded himself on my peaceful youth (as I called to mind that day at Dullborough), was a certain Captain Murderer. This wretch must have been an off-shoot of the Blue Beard family, but I had no suspicion of the consanguinity in those times. His warning name would seem to have awakened no general prejudice against him, for he was admitted into the best society and possessed immense wealth. Captain Murderer's mission was matrimony, and the gratification of a cannibal appetite with tender brides.

  Charles Dickens

  Character, Names, Blue

  Charles Dickens (2009). “The Complete Works of Charles Dickens: The Uncommercial Traveller”, p.146, Cosimo, Inc.

• Never, never, before Heaven, have I thought of you but as the single, bright, pure, blessed recollection of my boyhood and my youth. Never have I from the first, and never shall I to the last, regard your part in my life, but as something sacred, never to be lightly thought of, never to be esteemed enough, never, until death, to be forgotten.

  Charles Dickens

  Love, Blessed, Heaven

  Charles Dickens (1872). “The Works of Charles Dickens”, p.289

• I don't remember who was there, except Dora. I have not the least idea what we had for dinner, besides Dora. My impression is, that I dined off Dora, entirely, and sent away half-a-dozen plates untouched. I sat next to her. I talked to her. She had the most delightful little voice, the gayest little laugh, the pleasantest and most fascinating little ways, that ever led a lost youth into hopeless slavery. She was rather diminutive altogether. So much the more precious, I thought.

  Charles Dickens

  Love, Lost Youth, Ideas

  Charles Dickens (1867). “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.237

• The Secretary, working in the Dismal Swamp betimes next morning, was informed that a youth waited in the hall who gave the name of Sloppy. The footman who communicated this intelligence made a decent pause before uttering the name, to express that it was forced on his reluctance by the youth in question, and that if the youth had had the good sense and good taste to inherit some other name it would have spared the feelings of him the bearer.

  Charles Dickens

  Funny, Morning, Humorous

  Charles Dickens (1865). “Our Mutual Friend”, p.246

• I don't suppose there's a man going, as possesses the fondness for youth that I do. There's youth to the amount of eight hundredpound a-year, at Dotheboys Hall at this present time. I'd take sixteen hundred pound worth, if I could get 'em, and be as fond of every individual twenty pound among 'em as nothing should equal it!

  Charles Dickens

  Men, Years, Eight

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