I could not be happy with a man whose taste did not in every point coincide with my own. He must enter in all my feelings; the same books, the same music must charm us both.
There is safety in reserve, but no attraction. One cannot love a reserved person.
Where the wound had been given, there must the cure be found, if any where.
I do not find myself making any use of the word sacrifice.
I do suspect that he is not really necessary to my happiness.
His feelings are warm, but I can imagine them rather changeable.
Time, time will heal the wound.
Yet there it was not love. It was a little fever of admiration; but it might, probably must, end in love with some.
She knew that when she played she was giving pleasure only to herself; but this was no new sensation.
Mr. Bennet’s expectations were fully answered. His cousin was as absurd as he had hoped, and he listened to him with the keenest enjoyment.
It would be most right, and most wise, and, therefore must involve least suffering.
Mr. Knightley seemed to be trying not to smile; and succeeded without difficulty, upon Mrs. Elton’s beginning to talk to him.
Beware how you give your heart.
A man always imagines a woman to be ready for anybody who asks her.
I am certainly the most fortunate creature ever existed!
I am not romantic, you know; I never was.
Oh! Single, my dear, to be sure! A single man of large fortune; four or five thousand a year. What a fine thing for our girls!
It was for the sake of what had been, rather than what was.
Evil to some is always good to others.
I have no talent for certainty.