#bleak

You do not know what all around you see in Esther Summerson, how many hearts she touches and awakens, what sacred admiration and what love she wins. --Mr. Woodcourt ↗

— Charles Dickens

#love

And you, being a good man, can pass it as such, and forgive and pity the dreamer, and be lenient and encouraging when he wakes?" --Rick "Indeed I can. What am I but another dreamer, Rick?" --Guardian ↗

— Charles Dickens

#forgiveness

Family life was wonderful. The streets were bleak. The playgrounds were bleak. But home was always warm. My mother and father had a great relationship. I always felt 'safe' there. ↗

— Robert Cormier

#always #bleak #family #family life #father

Rebellion without truth is like spring in a bleak, arid desert. ↗

— Khalil Gibran

#bleak #desert #like #rebellion #spring

One went on and on, never dreaming of the sudden dreadful day when the coverings were going to be dropped and one would see it was death after all, that it had been death all the time, death pretending, death waiting ↗

— Elizabeth von Arnim

#death

A mud-stained sunlight began to splatter the sodden fields, and the hateful, nasal world of birds began to come to life. It seemed to me that I was coming out of a suffocating nightmare and that the low clouds flying before the wind were the shreds of an evil dream. ↗

— Blaise Cendrars

#dark #imagery #inversion #dreams

Until I started doing standup, there were some very bleak days. ↗

— Larry David

#days #doing #i #some #standup

Bleak House is just the most astounding piece of work. There's huge, visionary poetry in it. ↗

— Simon Callow

#bleak #house #huge #just #most

A lot of dramas get a bad name commercially because they are unremittingly bleak. ↗

— Tom Hooper

#because #bleak #commercially #dramas #get

Jarndyce and Jarndyce drones on. This scarecrow of a suit has, in course of time, become so complicated that no man alive knows what it means. The parties to it understand it least, but it has been observed that no two Chancery lawyers can talk about it for five minutes without coming to a total disagreement as to all the premises. Innumerable children have been born into the cause; innumerable young people have married into it; innumerable old people have died out of it. Scores of persons have deliriously found themselves made parties in Jarndyce and Jarndyce without knowing how or why; whole families have inherited legendary hatreds with the suit. The little plaintiff or defendant who was promised a new rocking-horse when Jarndyce and Jarndyce should be settled has grown up, possessed himself of a real horse, and trotted away into the other world. Fair wards of court have faded into mothers and grandmothers; a long procession of Chancellors has come in and gone out; the legion of bills in the suit have been transformed into mere bills of mortality; there are not three Jarndyces left upon the earth perhaps since old Tom Jarndyce in despair blew his brains out at a coffee-house in Chancery Lane; but Jarndyce and Jarndyce still drags its dreary length before the court, perennially hopeless. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#family