Charles Dickens

A Tale of Two Cities

    Alina Iksanovamembuat kutipan6 tahun yang lalu
    It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way-in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
    NightSky2004membuat kutipan5 tahun yang lalu
    A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is consti- tuted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.
    Lehmembuat kutipantahun lalu
    It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wis- dom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair,
    Isgender Hajievmembuat kutipan5 tahun yang lalu
    Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death!
    Isgender Hajievmembuat kutipan5 tahun yang lalu
    In all weathers, in the snow and frost of winter, in the bitter winds of spring, in the hot sunshine of summer, in the rains of autumn, and again in the snow and frost of winter, Lucie passed two hours of every day at this place; and every day on leaving it, she kissed the prison wall. Her husband saw her (so she learned from her father) it might be once in five or six times: it might be twice or thrice running: it might be, not for a week or a fortnight together. It was enough that he could and did see her when the chances served, and on that possibility she would have waited out the day, seven days a week.
    NightSky2004membuat kutipan5 tahun yang lalu
    Of little worth as life is when we mis- use it, it is worth that effort. It would cost nothing to lay down if it were not.
    Daria Hinkelmembuat kutipan9 tahun yang lalu
    we had everything before us, we had nothing before us
    b0411166529membuat kutipan4 jam yang lalu
    It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wis- dom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way
    Hannah Waytsmembuat kutipanbulan lalu
    both countries it was clearer than crystal to the lords of the State preserves of loaves and fishes, that things in general were settled for ever.
    Aurora Johnsonmembuat kutipanbulan lalu
    She had no fear of his striking at her with the knife, though they had.
    Aurora Johnsonmembuat kutipanbulan lalu
    with another deep sigh, fell to work at his shoemaking.
    Aurora Johnsonmembuat kutipan2 bulan yang lalu
    Sydney had not gone far out of sight, when he stopped in the middle of the street under a glimmering lamp, and wrote with his pencil on a scrap of paper. Then, traversing with the decided step of one who re- membered the way well, several dark and dirty streets—much dirtier than usual, for the best public thoroughfares remained uncleansed in those times of terror—he stopped at a chemist's shop, which the owner was closing with his own hands.
    Aurora Johnsonmembuat kutipan2 bulan yang lalu
    For the first time in many years, he had no strong drink.
    Aurora Johnsonmembuat kutipan2 bulan yang lalu
    he had no strong drink.
    Aurora Johnsonmembuat kutipan2 bulan yang lalu
    It was the rush and roar of rain that he typified, and it stopped him, for no voice could be heard in it
    Aurora Johnsonmembuat kutipan2 bulan yang lalu
    there was not a moment’s interval in crash, and fire, and rain, until after the moon rose at midnight
    Aurora Johnsonmembuat kutipan2 bulan yang lalu
    then I have imagined them the footsteps of the people who are to come into my life, and my father’s.”
    Catherine Wiesehahnmembuat kutipan2 bulan yang lalu
    To the eyes of Mr. Jeremiah Cruncher, sitting on his stool in Fleet-street with his grisly urchin beside him, a vast number and variety of objects in movement were every day presented. Who could sit upon anything in Fleet-street during the busy hours of the day, and not be dazed and deafened by two immense processions, one ever tending westward with the sun, the other ever tending eastward from the sun, both ever tending to the plains beyond the range of red and purple where the sun goes down!
    Catherine Wiesehahnmembuat kutipan2 bulan yang lalu
    It was the nephew of Monseigneur. He had been some few leagues be- hind Monseigneur, early in the afternoon. He had diminished the dis- tance rapidly, but not so rapidly as to come up with Monseigneur on the road. He had heard of Monseigneur, at the posting-houses, as being be- fore him.

    He was to be told (said Monseigneur) that supper awaited him then and there, and that he was prayed to come to it. In a little while he came. He had been known in England as Charles Darnay.

    Monseigneur received him in a courtly manner, but they did not shake hands.
    Catherine Wiesehahnmembuat kutipan2 bulan yang lalu
    “Ah! It is not probable he will arrive to-night; nevertheless, leave the table as it is. I shall be ready in a quarter of an hour.”

    In a quarter of an hour Monseigneur was ready, and sat down alone to his sumptuous and choice supper. His chair was opposite to the win- dow, and he had taken his soup, and was raising his glass of Bordeaux to his lips, when he put it down.

    “What is that?” he calmly asked, looking with attention at the hori- zontal lines of black and stone colour.

    “Monseigneur? That?”

    “Outside the blinds. Open the blinds.” It was done.

    “Well?”

    “Monseigneur, it is nothing. The trees and the night are all that are here.”

    The servant who spoke, had thrown the blinds wide, had looked out into the vacant darkness, and stood with that blank behind him, looking round for instructions.
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