Without thinking highly either of men or of matrimony, marriage had always been her object; it was the only honourable provision for well-educated young women of small fortune, and however uncertain of giving happiness, must be their pleasantest preservative from want.

Know your own happiness.

Yes, you know enough of my frankness to believe me capable of that. After abusing you so abominably to your face, I could have no scruple in abusing you to all your relations.

Next to being married, a girl likes to be crossed in love a little now and then.

With men he can be rational and unaffected, but when he has ladies to please, every feature works.

Time, time will heal the wound.

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