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

There is hardly any personal defect... which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to.

Everything nourishes what is strong already

I am happier than Jane; she only smiles, I laugh. Mr. Darcy sends you all the love in the world, that he can spare from me.

There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.

I may have lost my heart, but not my self-control.

but a sanguine temper, though for ever expecting more good than occurs, does not always pay for its hopes by any proportionate depression. it soon flies over the present failure, and begins to hope again.