Oh! write, write. Finish it at once. Let there be an end of this suspense. Fix, commit, condemn yourself.

You showed me how insufficient were all my pretensions to please a woman worthy of being pleased.

A mother would have been always present. A mother would have been a constant friend; her influence would have been beyond all other.

Could there be finer symptoms? Is not general incivility the very essence of love?

An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if you do.

I do not find myself making any use of the word sacrifice.

The evil of the actual disparity in their ages (and Mr. Woodhouse had not married early) was much increased by his constitution and habits; for having been a valetudinarian all his life, without activity of mind or body, he was a much older man in ways than in years; and though everywhere beloved for the friendliness of his heart and his amiable temper, his talents could not have recommended him at any time.