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

There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.

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.

Without music, life would be a blank to me.

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

I am excessively diverted.

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

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

Better be without sense than misapply it as you do.

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

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!

How quick come the reasons for approving what we like.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

Stupid men are the only ones worth knowing after all.

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

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

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

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

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