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Frases célebres de Charles Dickens
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“Cada fracaso enseña al hombre algo que necesitaba aprender.”
Fuente: [Martín Cuadrado], Ana M.ª; Domingo J. [Gallego Gil], Catalina M. [Alonso García]. El educador social en acción: de la teoría a la praxis. Editorial Universitaria Ramon Areces, 2010. ISBN 9788480049832, p. 323. https://books.google.es/books?id=eWSnDAAAQBAJ&pg=PA323&dq=Cada+fracaso+ense%C3%B1a+al+hombre+algo+que+necesitaba+aprender.+Dickens&hl=es&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwirn-b43O7gAhUxyIUKHUTzB0sQ6AEIODAD#v=onepage&q=Cada%20fracaso%20ense%C3%B1a%20al%20hombre%20algo%20que%20necesitaba%20aprender.%20Dickens&f=false
Frases de hombres de Charles Dickens
Charles Dickens Frases y Citas
“El hombre nunca sabe de lo que es capaz hasta que lo intenta.”
Fuente: [Amate Pou] (2017).
“El sol es débil cuando se eleva primero, y cobra fuerza y coraje a medida que avanza el día.”
Fuente: "Vieja tienda de curiosidades" - Charles Dickens
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“Si no hubiera malas personas, no habría buenos abogados.”
Citas por obra, La tienda de antigüedades/The Old Curiosity Shop (1840-1841)
Original: «If there were no bad people, there would be no good lawyers».
Fuente: [Neely], Robert Donald (en inglés). The Lawyers of Dickens and Their Clerks, pp. 7, 26-7. The Lawbook Exchange, Ltd., 2001. ISBN 1584770910, 9781584770916. https://books.google.es/books?hl=es&id=P6VcYW39Pr4C&q=grovelling#v=snippet&q=grovelling&f=false En Google Books. Consultado el 2 de noviembre de 2019.
“Eran los mejores tiempos, eran los peores tiempos…”
Primera frase de la obra
Citas por obra, Historia de dos ciudades (1859)
Original: «It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...».
Variante: «No ha habido tiempos mejores ni peores;...».
Variante: «Érase el mejor de los tiempos y el más detestable de los tiempos; [...] la primavera de la [esperanza] y el invierno de la desesperación. Todo lo poseíamos y nada poseíamos».[Sin fuentes]
Fuente: [Anderson], Hephzibah (en inglés). «What are the best first lines in fiction?» http://www.bbc.com/culture/story/20191022-what-are-the-best-first-lines-in-fiction BBC Culture. Consultado el 30 de octubre de 2019.
Fuente: Historia de dos ciudades, 1859.
Fuente: [Dickens], Charles (trad. A de la [Pedraza]). Historia de dos ciudades. ALBA Editorial, 2016. ISBN 848428736X, 9788484287360. https://books.google.es/books?id=rmu-wk-lEgIC&printsec En Google Books. Consultado el 30 de octubre de 2019.
Fuente: [Dickens], Charles. Historia de dos ciudades. Penguin Random House Grupo Editorial España, 2010. ISBN 8420492124, 9788420492124. https://books.google.es/books?id=V5SF8y4lVpIC&pg En Google Books. Consultado el 30 de octubre de 2019.
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Charles Dickens: Frases en inglés
“It is strange with how little notice, good, bad, or indifferent, a man may live and die in London.”
Charles Dickens
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Sketches by Boz
Characters, Ch. 1 : Thoughts About People
Sketches by Boz (1836-1837)
Contexto: It is strange with how little notice, good, bad, or indifferent, a man may live and die in London. He awakens no sympathy in the breast of any single person; his existence is a matter of interest to no one save himself; he cannot be said to be forgotten when he dies, for no one remembered him when he was alive. There is a numerous class of people in this great metropolis who seem not to possess a single friend, and whom nobody appears to care for. Urged by imperative necessity in the first instance, they have resorted to London in search of employment, and the means of subsistence. It is hard, we know, to break the ties which bind us to our homes and friends, and harder still to efface the thousand recollections of happy days and old times, which have been slumbering in our bosoms for years, and only rush upon the mind, to bring before it associations connected with the friends we have left, the scenes we have beheld too probably for the last time, and the hopes we once cherished, but may entertain no more. These men, however, happily for themselves, have long forgotten such thoughts. Old country friends have died or emigrated; former correspondents have become lost, like themselves, in the crowd and turmoil of some busy city; and they have gradually settled down into mere passive creatures of habit and endurance.
“Never have a Mission, my dear child.”
Charles Dickens
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Bleak House
Fuente: Bleak House (1852-1853), Ch. 30
Charles Dickens
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Sketches by Boz
Characters, Ch. 2 : A Christmas Dinner
Sketches by Boz (1836-1837)
Contexto: Christmas time! That man must be a misanthrope indeed, in whose breast something like a jovial feeling is not roused — in whose mind some pleasant associations are not awakened — by the recurrence of Christmas. There are people who will tell you that Christmas is not to them what it used to be; that each succeeding Christmas has found some cherished hope, or happy prospect, of the year before, dimmed or passed away; that the present only serves to remind them of reduced circumstances and straitened incomes — of the feasts they once bestowed on hollow friends, and of the cold looks that meet them now, in adversity and misfortune. Never heed such dismal reminiscences. There are few men who have lived long enough in the world, who cannot call up such thoughts any day in the year. Then do not select the merriest of the three hundred and sixty-five for your doleful recollections, but draw your chair nearer the blazing fire — fill the glass and send round the song — and if your room be smaller than it was a dozen years ago, or if your glass be filled with reeking punch, instead of sparkling wine, put a good face on the matter, and empty it off-hand, and fill another, and troll off the old ditty you used to sing, and thank God it’s no worse. Look on the merry faces of your children (if you have any) as they sit round the fire. One little seat may be empty; one slight form that gladdened the father’s heart, and roused the mother’s pride to look upon, may not be there. Dwell not upon the past; think not that one short year ago, the fair child now resolving into dust, sat before you, with the bloom of health upon its cheek, and the gaiety of infancy in its joyous eye. Reflect upon your present blessings — of which every man has many — not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some. Fill your glass again, with a merry face and contented heart. Our life on it, but your Christmas shall be merry, and your new year a happy one!
Charles Dickens
libro
Sketches by Boz
Characters, Ch. 2 : A Christmas Dinner
Sketches by Boz (1836-1837)
Contexto: Christmas time! That man must be a misanthrope indeed, in whose breast something like a jovial feeling is not roused — in whose mind some pleasant associations are not awakened — by the recurrence of Christmas. There are people who will tell you that Christmas is not to them what it used to be; that each succeeding Christmas has found some cherished hope, or happy prospect, of the year before, dimmed or passed away; that the present only serves to remind them of reduced circumstances and straitened incomes — of the feasts they once bestowed on hollow friends, and of the cold looks that meet them now, in adversity and misfortune. Never heed such dismal reminiscences. There are few men who have lived long enough in the world, who cannot call up such thoughts any day in the year. Then do not select the merriest of the three hundred and sixty-five for your doleful recollections, but draw your chair nearer the blazing fire — fill the glass and send round the song — and if your room be smaller than it was a dozen years ago, or if your glass be filled with reeking punch, instead of sparkling wine, put a good face on the matter, and empty it off-hand, and fill another, and troll off the old ditty you used to sing, and thank God it’s no worse. Look on the merry faces of your children (if you have any) as they sit round the fire. One little seat may be empty; one slight form that gladdened the father’s heart, and roused the mother’s pride to look upon, may not be there. Dwell not upon the past; think not that one short year ago, the fair child now resolving into dust, sat before you, with the bloom of health upon its cheek, and the gaiety of infancy in its joyous eye. Reflect upon your present blessings — of which every man has many — not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some. Fill your glass again, with a merry face and contented heart. Our life on it, but your Christmas shall be merry, and your new year a happy one!
First lines of Dicken's first published work, originally titled "A Dinner at Poplar Walk" (1833), later published as "Mr. Minns and his Cousin"
Contexto: Mr. Augustus Minns was a bachelor, of about forty as he said — of about eight-and-forty as his friends said. He was always exceedingly clean, precise, and tidy: perhaps somewhat priggish, and the most retiring man in the world.
Lucy's Song in The Village Coquettes (1836); later published in The Poems and Verses of Charles Dickens (1903)
Contexto: p>Love is not a feeling to pass away,
Like the balmy breath of a summer day;
It is not — it cannot be — laid aside;
It is not a thing to forget or hide.
It clings to the heart, ah, woe is me!
As the ivy clings to the old oak tree.Love is not a passion of earthly mould,
As a thirst for honour, or fame, or gold:
For when all these wishes have died away,
The deep strong love of a brighter day,
Though nourished in secret, consumes the more,
As the slow rust eats to the iron’s core.</p
"A Dinner at Poplar Walk" (1833), later published as "Mr. Minns and his Cousin"
Contexto: There were two classes of created objects which he held in the deepest and most unmingled horror: they were, dogs and children. He was not unamiable, but he could at any time have viewed the execution of a dog, or the assassination of an infant, with the liveliest satisfaction. Their habits were at variance with his love of order; and his love of order, was as powerful as his love of life.
Letter to Edward Dickens (26 September 1868), published in The Selected Letters of Charles Dickens http://books.google.com.br/books?id=NJH1g1i4gnIC&printsec=frontcover&hl=pt-BR#v=onepage&q&f=false, Edited by Jenny Hartley
Contexto: I put a New Testament among your books, for the very same reasons, and with the very same hopes that made me write an easy account of it for you, when you were a little child; because it is the best book that ever was or will be known in the world, and because it teaches you the best lessons by which any human creature who tries to be truthful and faithful to duty can possibly be guided. As your brothers have gone away, one by one, I have written to each such words as I am now writing to you, and have entreated them all to guide themselves by this book, putting aside the interpretations and inventions of men.
“He wos wery good to me, he wos!”
Charles Dickens
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Bleak House
Fuente: Bleak House (1852-1853), Ch. 11
“I expect a judgment. Shortly.”
Charles Dickens
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Bleak House
Fuente: Bleak House (1852-1853), Ch. 3
Comment while on an American tour (March 1842), as quoted in Dickens (1949) by Hesketh Pearson, Ch. 8
Charles Dickens
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Dombey and Son
When found, make a note of."
Fuente: Dombey and Son (1846-1848), Ch. 15
La difficulté d'écrire l'anglais m'est extrêmement ennuyeuse. Ah, mon Dieu! si l'on pouvait toujours écrire cette belle langue de France!
Letter to John Foster (7 July 1850)
“The dignity of his office is never impaired by the absence of efforts on his part to maintain it.”
Charles Dickens
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Sketches by Boz
Our Parish, Ch. 1 : The Beadle. The Parish Engine. The Schoolmaster.
Sketches by Boz (1836-1837)
Charles Dickens
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Little Dorrit
Bk. I, Ch. 10
Little Dorrit (1855-1857)
Variante: Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Office was beforehand with all the public departments in the art of perceiving — HOW NOT TO DO IT.
“Once a gentleman, and always a gentleman.”
Charles Dickens
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Little Dorrit
Bk. II, Ch. 28
Little Dorrit (1855-1857)
