The distance is nothing when one has a motive.

Mary wished to say something very sensible, but knew not how.

Oh, Lizzy! do anything rather than marry without affection.

She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation.

Nobody can tell what I suffer! But it is always so. Those who do not complain are never pitied.

I wish, as well as everybody else, to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else, it must be in my own way.

Stupid men are the only ones worth knowing after all.

You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. -Mr. Darcy

Which of all my important nothings shall I tell you first?

There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.

She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me, and I am in no humor at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men.

It is not everyone,' said Elinor, 'who has your passion for dead leaves.

One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.

How quick come the reasons for approving what we like.

All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one: you need not covet it), is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone!

It's been many years since I had such an exemplary vegetable.

Better be without sense than misapply it as you do.

One man's ways may be as good as another's, but we all like our own best.

Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.

I am excessively diverted.

A man does not recover from such devotion of the heart to such a woman! He ought not; he does not.

Without music, life would be a blank to me.

I am only resolved to act in that manner, which will, in my own opinion, constitute my happiness, without reference to you, or to any person so wholly unconnected with me.

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.

...when pain is over, the remembrance of it often becomes a pleasure.

Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can.

I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be yours.

I cannot speak well enough to be unintelligible.

But people themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be observed in them for ever.

Time will explain.

She hoped to be wise and reasonable in time; but alas! Alas! She must confess to herself that she was not wise yet.

You must be the best judge of your own happiness.

I will be calm. I will be mistress of myself.

Men of sense, whatever you may choose to say, do not want silly wives.

She was convinced that she could have been happy with him, when it was no longer likely they should meet.

Selfishness must always be forgiven you know, because there is no hope of a cure.

One cannot be always laughing at a man without now and then stumbling on something witty.

A large income is the best recipe for happiness I ever heard of.

No man is offended by another man's admiration of the woman he loves; it is the woman only who can make it a torment.

We have all a better guide in ourselves, if we would attend to it, than any other person can be.

Do not consider me now as an elegant female intending to plague you, but as a rational creature speaking the truth from her heart.

Do not give way to useless alarm; though it is right to be prepared for the worst, there is no occasion to look on it as certain.

Do not give way to useless alarm; though it is right to be prepared for the worst, there is no occasion to look on it as certain.

Now be sincere; did you admire me for my impertinence?" "For the liveliness of your mind, I did.

Nothing is more deceitful," said Darcy, "than the appearance of humility. It is often only carelessness of opinion, and sometimes an indirect boast.

They walked on, without knowing in what direction. There was too much to be thought, and felt, and said, for attention to any other objects.

Men were put into the world to teach women the law of compromise.

It is happy for you that you possess the talent of flattering with delicacy. May I ask whether these pleasing attentions proceed from the impulse of the moment, or are they the result of previous study?

Were I to fall in love, indeed, it would be a different thing; but I have never been in love ; it is not my way, or my nature; and I do not think I ever shall.

Could there be finer symptoms? Is not general incivility the very essence of love?