Tale Of Two Cities Quotes

Think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you.

I had read a Tale of Two Cities and found it up to my standards as a romantic novel. She opened the first page and I heard poetry for the first time in my life…her voice slid in and curved down trough and over the words. She was nearly singing.

Not knowing how he lost himself, or how he recovered himself, he may never feel certain of not losing himself again.

Crush humanity out of shape once more, under similar hammers, and it will twist itself into the same tortured forms. Sow the same seeds of rapacious licence and oppression over again, and it will surely yield the same fruit according to its kind.

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.

Along the Paris streets, the death-carts rumble, hollow and harsh. Six tumbrils carry the day’s wine to La Guillotine.

Vengeance and retribution require a long time; it is the rule.

I have sometimes sat alone here of an evening, listening, until I have made the echoes out to be the echoes of all the footsteps that are coming by and by into our lives. “Jerry, say that my answer was, ‘RECALLED TO LIFE.

A multitude of people and yet solitude.

I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss, and, in their struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long years to come, I see the evil of this time and of the previous time of which this is the natural birth, gradually making expiation for itself and wearing out.

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

When I was 14 or 15, our teacher introduced us to Dickens’ ‘A Tale of Two Cities.’ It was just for entertainment – we read it aloud – and all of a sudden it became a treasure.

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.

I’m reading Barnaby Rudge, one of the less well-known Dickens novels. I’ve been a life-long lover of Charles Dickens ever since I think A Tale of Two Cities was the first Dickens novel I read.

I am not old, but my young way was never the way to age.

That glorious vision of doing good is so often the sanguine mirage of so many good minds.

It is a long time,’ repeated his wife; ‘and when is it not a long time? Vengeance and retribution require a long time; it is the rule.’ ‘It does not take a long time to strike a man with Lightning,’ said Defarge. ‘How long,’ demanded madame, composedly, ‘does it take to make and store the lightning? Tell me?