I certainly have not the talent which some people possess," said Darcy, "of conversing easily with those I have never seen before. I cannot catch their tone of conversation, or appear interested in their concerns, as I often see done.

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.

Maybe it’s that I find it hard to forgive the follies and vices of others, or their offenses against me. My good opinion, once lost, is lost forever.

The less said the better.

There are people, who the more you do for them, the less they will do for themselves.

I am no indiscriminate novel reader. The mere trash of the common circulating library I hold in the highest contempt.

…she felt depressed beyond any thing she had ever known before.