THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS YET TO COME QUOTES

“Men’s courses will foreshadow certain ends, to which, if persevered in, they must lead.”

“Am I that man who lay upon the bed?”

“Before I draw nearer to that stone to which you point, answer me one question. Are these the shadows of the things that Will be, or are they shadows of things that May be, only?”

“A small matter to make these silly folks so full of gratitude.”

“The Phantom slowly, gravely, silently approached.”

“Scrooge feared the silent shape so much that his legs trembled beneath him.”

“The air was filled with phantoms, wandering hither and thither in restless haste, and moaning as they went.”

“It was shrouded in a deep black garment, which concealed its head, its face, its form.”

“It thrilled him with a vague, uncertain horror, to know that behind the dusky shroud there were ghostly eyes intently fixed upon him.”

“The Spirit stood among the graves, and pointed down to One.”

“A pale light, rising in the outer air, fell straight upon the bed.”

“The Spirit slowly and silently withdrew.”

“What does it matter? What right have you to be merry? What reason have you to be merry? You’re poor enough.” QUOTES TO TEACH SOMEONE A LESSON

“He left the room, and went up-stairs into the room above, which was lighted cheerfully, and hung with Christmas. There was a chair set close beside the child, and there were signs of some one having been there, lately.”

“He next went to a Jew’s shop, sold his coat for more drinking money, and then walked out into the streets again, cheerful and happy.”

“But soon the steeples called good people all to church and chapel, and away they came, flocking through the streets in their best clothes, and with their gayest faces.”

“In half a minute Mrs. Cratchit entered — flushed, but smiling proudly — with the pudding, like a speckled cannon-ball, so hard and firm, blazing in half of half-a-quartern of ignited brandy, and bedight with Christmas holly stuck into the top.”

“No warmth could warm, no wintry weather chill him.”

“Dickens was dead: to begin with.”

“He was a tight-fisted hand at the grindstone, Scrooge! A squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner!”

“It was a much good may it do you! Much good it has ever done you!”

“It was a boy’s hand.”

“I don’t mind going if a lunch is provided, but I must be fed if I make one.”

“I wear the chain I forged in life.”

“God save you!” called a cheerful voice. It was the voice of Scrooge’s nephew, who came upon him so quickly that this was the first intimation he had of his approach.