You may only call me "Mrs. Darcy"... when you are completely, and perfectly, and incandescently happy.

she was oppressed, she was overcome by her own felicity; and happily disposed as is the human mind to be easily familiarized with any change for the better, it required several hours to give sedateness to her spirits, or any degree of tranquillity to her heart.

We are each of an unsocial, taciturn disposition, unwilling to speak, unless we expect to say something that will amaze the whole room, and be handed down to posterity with all the eclat of a proverb.

One likes to hear what is to be going on, to be au fair with the newest modes of being trifling and silly.

Elizabeth had never been more at a loss to make her feelings appear what they were not. It was necessary to laugh, when she would rather have cried.

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.

I . . . am always half afraid of finding a clever novel too clever--& of finding my own story & my own people all forestalled.