I never wish to offend, but I am so foolishly shy, that I often seem negligent, when I am only kept back by my natural awkwardness ... Shyness is only the effect of a sense of inferiority in some way or other. If I could persuade myself that my manners were perfectly easy and graceful, I should not be shy.

The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it.

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

Sophia shrieked and fainted on the ground – I screamed and instantly ran mad. We remained thus mutually deprived of our senses, some minutes, and on regaining them were deprived of them again. For an Hour and a Quarter did we continue in this unfortunate situation – Sophia fainting every moment and I running mad as often. At length a groan from the hapless Edward (who alone retained any share of life) restored us to ourselves.

You deserve a longer letter than this; but it is my unhappy fate seldom to treat people so well as they deserve.

At my time of life opinions are tolerably fixed. It is not likely that I should now see or hear anything to change them.

His cold politeness, his ceremonious grace, were worse than anything.