Had I been in love, I could not have been more wretchedly blind. But vanity, not love, has been my folly.

Here I have opportunity enough for the exercise of my talent, as the chief of my time is spent in conversation.

Told herself likewise not to hope. But it was too late. Hope had already entered.

She was sensible and clever, but eager in everything; her sorrows, her joys, could have no moderation.

Elinor could sit still no longer. She almost ran out of the room, and as soon as the door was closed, burst into tears of joy, which at first she thought would never cease.

Mr. Bennet, how can you abuse your own children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. You have no compassion for my poor nerves." "You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your nerves. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these last twenty years at least.

I have always maintained the importance of Aunts