Do you dance, Mr. Darcy?" Darcy: "Not if I can help it!" Sir William: "What a charming amusement for young people this is, Mr. Darcy! There is nothing like dancing, after all. I consider it as one of the first refinements of polished societies." Mr. Darcy: "Certainly, sir; and it has the advantage also of being in vogue amongst the less polished societies of the world; every savage can dance.

A woman of seven and twenty, said Marianne, after pausing a moment, can never hope to feel or inspire affection again.

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

How horrible it is to have so many people killed! And what a blessing that one cares for none of them!

Brandon is just the kind of man whom every body speaks well of, and nobody cares about; whom all are delighted to see, and nobody remembers to talk to.

It is very often nothing but our own vanity that deceives us. Women fancy admiration means more than it does. And men take care that they should.

She was stronger alone.