Quotes: The Ghosts of Charles Dickens

“Why do you doubt your senses?” asked the Ghost. “Because,” said Scrooge, “a little thing affects them — a slight disorder of the stomach. You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato. There’s more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are. Humbug, I tell you — humbug!” ~Charles Dickens, “Stave I: Marley’s Ghost,” A Christmas Carol, 1843 [a little altered –tg]

The spectre’s voice disturbed the very marrow in his bones. ~Charles Dickens, “Stave I: Marley’s Ghost,” A Christmas Carol, 1843

Ideas, like ghosts (according to the common notion of ghosts), must be spoken to a little before they will explain themselves… ~Charles Dickens, Dealings with the Firm of Dombey and Son, 1846

He stood looking after them… as though he had perceived that they had come back accompanied by a ghost a-piece. ~Charles Dickens, Little Dorrit, 1857

Some people have said since, that he only thought what has been herein set down; others, that he read it in the fire, one winter night about the twilight time; others, that the Ghost was but the representation of his gloomy thoughts… ~Charles Dickens, The Haunted Man and the Ghost’s Bargain, 1848

He 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. ~Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities, 1859

In the Borough especially, there still remain some half dozen old inns, which have preserved their external features unchanged, and which have escaped alike the rage for public improvement, and the encroachments of private speculation. Great, rambling, queer, old places they are, with galleries, and passages, and staircases, wide enough and antiquated enough, to furnish materials for a hundred ghost stories… ~Charles Dickens, The Posthumous Papers of the Pickwick Club, 1837

Which I meantersay, if the ghost of a man’s own father can not be allowed to ockipy his attention, what can, Sir? ~Charles Dickens, Great Expectations, 1861

It was just such a night as this, darker than I ever saw it before or since. I thought of all the ghost stories I had ever heard, even those that I had heard when I was a boy at school, and had forgotten long ago; and they didn’t come into my mind one after another, but all crowding at once, like. All this time I sat listening and listening, and hardly dared to breathe… At length I heard the ringing of a bell. It was only for an instant, and then the wind carried the sound away. I listened for a long time, but it rang no more. I had heard of corpse candles, and at last I persuaded myself that this must be a corpse bell tolling of itself at midnight for the dead. ~Charles Dickens, Master Humphrey’s Clock, 1840 [a little altered –tg]