There was no being displeased with such an encourager, for his admiration made him discern a likeness before it was possible.

There, he had seen every thing to exalt in his estimation the woman he had lost, and there begun to deplore the pride, the folly, the madness of resentment, which had kept him from trying to regain her when thrown in his way.

What are men to rocks and mountains?

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

Let us have the luxury of silence.

Portable property is happiness in a pocketbook.

My object then," replied Darcy, "was to show you, by every civility in my power, that I was not so mean as to resent the past; and I hoped to obtain your forgiveness, to lessen your ill opinion, by letting you see that your reproofs had been attended to. How soon any other wishes introduced themselves I can hardly tell, but I believe in about half an hour after I had seen you.