Darnay Quotes

After all, it was never Darnay he quoted, only Sydney, drunk and wrecked and dissipated. Sydney, who died for love.

You speak so feelingly and so manfully, Charles Darnay

I hardly seem yet," returned Charles Darnay, "to belong to this world again." "I don't wonder at it; it's not so long since you were pretty far advanced on your way to another.

That, they never could lay their heads upon their pillows; that, they could never tolerate the idea of their wives laying their heads upon their pillows; that, they could never endure the notion of their children laying their heads on their pillows; in short , that there never more could be , for them or theirs , any laying of heads upon pillows at all , unless the prisioner's head was taken off. The Attorney General during the trial of Mr. Darnay

from the days when it was always summer in Eden,to these days when it is mostly winter in fallen latitudes, the world of a man has invariably gone one way Charles Darnay’s way the way of the love of a woman

Do you feel, yet, that you belong to this terrestrial scheme again, Mr. Darnay?" "I am frightfully confused regarding time and place, but I am so far mended as to feel that." "It must be an immense satisfaction!" He said it bitterly, and filled up his glass again: which was a large one. "As to me, the greatest desire I have is to forget that I belong to it. It has no good in it for me--except wine like this--nor I for it. So we are not much alike in that particular. Indeed, I begin to think we are not much alike in any particular, you and I.

If you knew what a conflict goes on in the business mind, when the business mind is divided between good-natured impulse and business appearances, you would be amused, Mr. Darnay.

Suspected and Denounced enemy of the Republic, Aristocrat, one of a family of tyrants, one of a race proscribed, for that they had used their abolished privileges to the infamous oppression of the people. Charles Evremonde, called Darnay, in right of such proscription, absolutely Dead in Law.

To return to poor Darnay,” said Carton. “Don’t tell Her of this interview, or this arrangement. It would not enable Her to go to see him. She might think it was contrived, in case of the worst, to convey to him the means of anticipating the sentence.

Confused by the emotion of the day, and feeling his being there with this Double of coarse deportment, to be like a dream, Charles Darnay was at a loss how to answer; finally, answered not at all. "Now your dinner is done," Carton presently said, "why don't you call a health, Mr. Darnay; why don't you give your toast?" "What health? What toast?" "Why, it's on the tip

My husband. No! A moment!" He was tearing himself apart from her. "We shall not be separated long. I feel that this will break my heart by-and-bye; but I will do my duty while I can, and when I leave her, God will raise up friends for her, as He did for me." Her father had followed her, and would have fallen on his knees to both of them, but that Darnay put out a hand and seized him, crying: "No, no! What have you done, what have you done, that you should kneel to us! We know now, what a struggle you made of old. We know, now what you underwent when you suspected my descent, and when you knew it. We know now, the natural antipathy you strove against, and conquered, for her dear sake. We thank you with all our hearts, and all our love and duty. Heaven be with you!" Her father's only answer was to draw his hands through his white hair, and wring them with a shriek of anguish.

The night was so very sultry, that although they sat with doors and windows open, they were overpowered by heat. When the tea-table was done with, they all moved to one of the windows, and looked out into the heavy twilight. Lucie sat by her father; Darnay sat beside her; Carton leaned against a window. The curtains were long and white, and some of the thunder-gusts that whirled into the corner, caught them up to the ceiling, and waved them like spectral wings.

So strangely clouded were these refinements by the prison manners and gloom, so spectral did they become in the inappropriate squalor and misery through which they were seen, that Charles Darnay seemed to stand in a company of the dead. Ghosts all! The ghost of beauty, the ghost of stateliness, the ghost of elegance, the ghost of pride, the ghost of frivolity, the ghost of wit, the ghost of youth, the ghost of age, all waiting their dismissal from the desolate shore, all turning on him eyes that were changed by the death they had died in coming there.

You can’t get anything worth having for nothing,” Darnay declared, offering his guest a fill of tobacco from his pouch, “and faith is worth having—it’s the only thing that can save us now, when the whole world has straws in its hair. Faith is worth working for.” Bulloch considered this while he filled his pipe. “To

Sue thought as she walked home across the moor . . . I'm sure of a roof over my head and plenty to eat. My troubles are imaginary, they are all in myself and the best thing to do is to pull myself together and make the best of life. She determined to cease brooding about Darnay. She had got to do without him, so she must try to do without him cheerfully and find what pleasures she could in small things. She had a comfortable home, and kind friends and interesting work; it was ungrateful to be dissatisfied with life.

I wonder how long I’ll have to wait to kiss Easy again. I wonder if he’ll kiss me again tonight. Did he just say every day like he was done for this day, or did he imply there’d be more? He kissed my bracelet and he could have gotten in another one. I mean, I was ready. But I guess it’s like pie. One should be enough unless you’re a glutton.

He stares at me. He swallows like he’s dry too, but not as dry as me. “Don’t be scared of me,” he says. “I ain’t.” He lets me go then. “I’m not good,” he says. “But I will be good to you.

Charles Darnay had yesterday pleaded Not Guilty to an indictment denouncing him (with infinite jingle and jangle) for that he was a false traitor to our serene, illustrious, excellent, and so forth, prince, our Lord the King, by reason of his having, on divers occasions, and by divers means and ways, assisted Lewis, the French King, in his wars against our said serene, illustrious, excellent, and so forth; that was to say, by coming and going, between the dominions of our said serene, illustrious, excellent, and so forth, and those of the said French Lewis, and wickedly, falsely, traitorously, and otherwise evil-adverbiously, revealing to the said French Lewis what forces our said serene, illustrious, excellent, and so forth, had in preparation to send to Canada and North America.

We’re just staring at each other. “You stay away from the boys?” I laugh. This is like boyfriend’s talk. Oh God. “I go to a co-ed school in case you didn’t notice.” He smiles. “I mean…you got a boyfriend?” “No,” I answer like he’s crazy. “What if I did? What would you do?” “Pay him no mind at all,” he says without even blinking. I don’t have an answer to that. “You had one…a boyfriend?” I don’t say right off. It’s not exactly his business unless I allow it…is it? “No.” “You want to…spend time with me?” “Like I’ll just ignore you now, living down the road with Disbro.” “You could,” he laughs, “but I’ll make it hard.” “What are you going to do, pop a wheelie in front of my house?” I think I’m doing pretty well with my answers but I don’t know where they are coming from. He laughs at that. “Take you down to the trestle,” he says and there’s something to it, and he’s got this look, and it’s sex. I know it because I’m in high school, but with him it is nothing like what I’ve known around boys saying stuff. This doesn’t make me mad at all, but I’m pretty sure I’m blushing. He is. It’s like another door just swung wide open and it’s a jungle in there.

He’s out first and he pulls my door and I look up at him. He gives me his hand. I let him help me off my knees. He’s going to pull me toward the door, but I don’t move and he looks at me. “Hold Little Bit.” I know my head isn’t covered, and there’s not much I can do about it now. But he takes my dog and I go around him and through three sections of pews to the center aisle. I am walking slowly toward that big altar and a million memories. “Bless Easy Father, for he is a heathen and he doesn’t know better.

That’s what I was meaning. Ye’ve got to have freedom first. It’s no use believing what other folks say; the only thing is for each man to fend for himself, Mr. Darnay. Each man standing on his own feet, finding his own path—” “Grand!

But, though the Doctor tried hard, and never ceased trying, to get Charles Darnay set at liberty, or at least to get him brought to trial, the public current of the time set too strong and fast for him. The new era began; the king was tried, doomed, and beheaded; the Republic of Liberty, Equality, Fraternity, or Death, declared for victory or death against the world in arms; the black flag waved night and day from the great towers of Notre Dame; three hundred thousand men, summoned to rise against the tyrants of the earth, rose from all the varying soils of France, as if the dragon’s teeth had been sown broadcast, and had yielded fruit equally on hill and plain, on rock, in gravel, and alluvial mud, under the bright sky of the South and under the clouds of the North, in fell and forest, in the vineyards and the olive-grounds and among the cropped grass and the stubble of the corn, along the fruitful banks of the broad rivers, and in the sand of the sea-shore. What private solicitude could rear itself against the deluge of the Year One of Liberty—the deluge rising from below, not falling from above, and with the windows of Heaven shut, not opened! There was no pause, no pity, no peace, no interval of relenting rest, no measurement of time. Though days and nights circled as regularly as when time was young, and the evening and morning were the first day, other count of time there was none. Hold of it was lost in the raging fever of a nation, as it is in the fever of one patient. Now, breaking the unnatural silence of a whole city, the executioner showed the people the head of the king—and now, it seemed almost in the same breath, the head of his fair wife which had had eight weary months of imprisoned widowhood and misery, to turn it grey. And yet, observing the strange law of contradiction which obtains in all such cases, the time was long, while it flamed by so fast. A revolutionary tribunal in the capital, and forty or fifty thousand revolutionary committees all over the land; a law of the Suspected, which struck away all security for liberty or life, and delivered over any good and innocent person to any bad and guilty one; prisons gorged with people who had committed no offence, and could obtain no hearing; these things became the established order and nature of appointed things, and seemed to be ancient usage before they were many weeks old. Above all, one hideous figure grew as familiar as if it had been before the general gaze from the foundations of the world—the figure of the sharp female called La Guillotine.

. . . Darnay saw a glance pass between his host and hostess - a glance so full of sympathy and understanding that he was almost ashamed to have seen it. How beautiful, he thought, how marvelous to be so in tune with another soul - there would only be one thing in life to fear if one had that treasure.