Charles Dickens Quotes

I'm feeling a little delicate.

It is hard for people who have not lived in Los Angeles to realize how radically the Santa Ana figures in the local imagination. ... The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.

We must not think too unkindly even of the east wind. It is not, perhaps, a wind to be loved, even in its benignest moods; but there are seasons when I delight to feel its breath upon my cheek, though it be never advisable to throw open my bosom and take it into my heart, as I would its gentle sisters of the south and west.

Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.

Whenever you have a photo shoot or something like that, it’s like-you just feel dumb. It’s just so stupid.

She'd slept terribly the night before. The room, the bed, were both comfortable enough, but she'd been plagued with strange dreams, the sort that lingered upon waking but slithered away from memory as she tried to grasp them. Only the tendrils of discomfort remained.

To go like a cat upon a hot bakestone.

I am put on my best behavior, which means the same thing as the most uncomfortable behavior.

I haven't found a comfortable place onstage. I'm sure it doesn't have to be comfortable, but I'm very nervous, so I don't enjoy myself.

But it seems that the wind is setting East, and the withering of all Woods may be drawing near.

Storms purify the atmosphere.

If you could just see your face,” she told me. “You look like a cat in a bathtub.

It’s lovely,” I said, taking an involuntary half step back. “Really, though. I don’t like to handle other people’s cookware.” “That’s the best you can manage? That’s your bright, bold lie?” “Look, lady, I don’t know about you, but I’ve never had somebody corner me on a dark street and try to hand me a frying pan before,” I snapped.

I have fake eye lashes on and they feel like tarantulas. But they're not real tarantulas.

...I can’t stop squirming. If fidgets were Wikipedia edits, I would have completely revamped the entry on guilt by now, and translated it into five new languages.

I am filled with humidity.

What is it about silence that makes people uneasy?

and even a tea party means apprehension, breakage

I don't need a compass to tell me which way the wind shines !

Suspense left my life a long time ago, now it has returned. I do not care for it.

I don't like to go to strange places.

That's kind of creepy.

Or maybe you’re merely uncomfortable with uncertainty. Like the rest of the human race.

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!

Somehow the anticipation of pain can be even more troubling, more a misery than the pain itself.